The fog is dense, intense, <br />and I'm not the sun, <br />I do not have in me <br />the glowing passion, wrath, desire, <br />to dispel, fling to shreds, <br />the clouds of melancholy. <br />Yes, the fog is dense, <br />and, no, I'm not the sun. <br />I'm not the sun, <br />but at least, I am a firefly, <br />a speck of light, a glimpse, negligible, <br />hardly present, hardly visible, <br />hardly there, but there. <br />I have in me the power to set ablaze <br />the minds, to create suns, to dispel clouds. <br />You'll ask ‘what's a firefly worth, pray?
