And the light will never be disrupted again . . .
Once, I asked a genie .
I imagined, if I pat a kettle . . .
Will a soul go out?
Or will there be a sudden gush of wind?
Will there be a mighty guy, or gal
Giving thanks for he or she had come out . . .
In an enclosed space full of darkness.
The genie wouldn’t know.
He, or she will then ask.
Grants me three wishes to became true.
Will that happen?
Genie’s just an imagination of the human mind.
Of the minds of the creative people.
Because . . .
They once were,
in the darkness.
Waiting for a light to come out.
Like a genie,
their hopes, will never be disrupted again.
In the dark world of the kettle, they’ll be seeing a light,
then go out!
Once they pat themselves, and see the light.
And lift theirselves up!
They will rise!
You, reader, are a genie in an enclosed, dark space.
When will you come out?