HOME FOR THE SUMMER

Universe, yes you, was there any doubt in anyone's mind to which I was talking to you…Yes you. You are a fighter; I can see it in your eyes. You might not think you are, but that won't change how it really is, will it Universe. You're still young, still growing and moving through your adolescents; you just don't have the experience yet to really have clear eyes when you look at things; always so angrily. It's okay though, you will grow and learn and what you thought yesterday as being the hardest type fact, well, will seem flabbier in its nature. We understand this, we understand this because we are you and you are we. We are all young and thinking we know everything, it all seems for sure and timeless. We look into you for our understanding, all with different eyes and skewed visions of your light, and you discover yourself by our progress – you begin to understand yourself by us. So perhaps you're angry because that's how we choose to look at you; so violent sometimes. Time will tell Universe, time will always tell, even though we choose to forget those lessons from generation to generation, but time will tell when there's nobody to know, because you will still be here – blind, deaf, and dumb – but still here.