I'm journeyed forth, from the cave,
once more.
To return again, with the boon.
Thus to share, saught I,
But all they saw were the images,
on the wall.
How many times, must I return,
to the place, of there confinement?
It would be so easier, to go.
I have the tools.
I have the boon,
yet leave them, I can not.
So I return,
again,
and again,
and again.
with the boon.
Until the images become, real,
and we leave once more ...
Together.
