Brighter, always brighter
It is slowly making me blind
As happy as I am for you
I can't seem to help but feel
Like the shadow of my being
Is disintegrating the more you shine.
I'm not sure how to break it to you
But one day I'm going to have to turn away
Come forth all those times missing
The first being Me
Me who comes from the West
The ultimate place of the past.
Who be the second but he?
The one from below--South!
The only present we should ever gift.
And she, the third
Who floats from above,
The North who breathes infinity into our lungs.
And now we just need our fourth: You
Who isn't quite here yet
Because the East is where our future lies
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