Is it purpose? Some promise that thrusts them ahead?
Lust for life? Usefullness?
Maybe it’s hope and love or a wife
Chemistry? Energy? Beautiful life?
Is it a case of not mattering dread
or of not seeking answers
in books by their bed?
Or are they awakened, absent of fear
and shameful existing that threatens to sear
through every thread, that fabrics their being
And today they can trust in themselves to be seen
Just something I was wondering ;)
Always, Amanda xoxo