Logic felt like a plank splintering,
not that it's gone,
but it's not the main motivator now,
instead,
there's something new here,
a burning feeling like a spark,
like the first step of an adventure,
and it's here,
surrounded by a certain warmth,
that he finds a hope
for the future,
not built of position, power, or money,
but built on something gentle
like the coming of Spring.