Mr Orion


As his dreams started to look less like nightmares
And his obstacles manifested themselves as feeble fears
Those blinding lights turned to shimmering beauty
Yes! This was the tunnel at the end of lights of infinity

What ever shall be, shall be, I am who I am
Like Socrates’ demise, take me as I am
Then immediate bliss, profound peace
And day he was born seemed like a puzzling gift

Mr Orion found his way here, no signs, no map
And soon he shall depart to the great unknown gaps
Orion, Orion, give them a reason to smile
Orion, Orion, show them the treasures of life

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