less romantic

when confronted with our differences 

here I stood in front of a potential mess 

I see us not knowing how to move forward, a little helpless 

yet I heard what you tried to convey, in each gratitude, verbalised

I heard them all, crystal clear. each of them, I received it with my heart.

we were trail blazers in our own means

paved we went, forward we inch

with tremendous strength, we intend to see it till the end

unwavering

though it wasn't comfortable, I wasn't fearful

we weathered it, and we came out of it

Faith - yes I had it stored. 

my faith lies on my purest hopes of how high the ship could soar 

with that, I would always have excellence to strive in mind

whilst being in the dark, I couldn't possibly gauge how realistic this task is bound to be unmet from the start

surely we all would know that the captain of the ship had visions to realise 

but when the command wasn't given, it got us all waiting, pondering - 

the spear of intent didn't appear to be as sharp as imagined

the first staging was open for so many possibilities, through these possibilities we saw a shining star

     I wonder, to each of us, what did we exactly grasp from that experience - 

and how do we move forward with each better version, amidst running them all with limitations

as I hear your voice through my cans, I hear blood, sweat and tears

I heard how you showed up - imperfect, flawed, yet honest and whole as you are

your essence is embedded in this very space, regardless of what was described above

and there I was, seeing it all - I wonder if this is my actual role in the show