There was a time
Of continuous hesitation
Layers of thought,
They ran only so deep
Travelling the tracks
Social norms, our consultation
Incessant concerns
So insular, obsolete
There's not much time
left to worry
There'll be enough time to dare
To seek out the whispers and stories
I caught a glimpse - I want to be there
There is a place
Of fleeting illumination
Almost in our grasp
Just one mighty leap
The whispers are ideas
The stories, exploration
The view, ever-changing
Once found is yours to keep