Somewhere between the moon and you,
I fought the chill of the cold hard truth.
I began to let my fire burn,
While you couldn’t wait for your turn.
I, then became the sea,
you, a drop’s philosophy.
Your voice so tender,
I begin to surrender.
I dance in the midst of this fight,
You are forced to behold my worsening plight.
As the veils fall one by one,
a hundred hidden secrets dwindle to none.