Nothing is too big,
Everything does fit.
Cramped into my cranium,
A world and this continuum.
I search.
Despair and joy,
Make and destroy.
I do.
Hope,
I feel. Nothing,
Can beat,
The desire to see.
I thought I did.
I still think I do.
But it is humongous;
A single seed,
A world full of weed,
But there are things hidden beneath.
I look.
What's that?
I wonder.
I touch.
It is palpable.
But what is it?
The light shines the brightest
