His tools were never hidden he just didn’t look
One last place to search, on the bottom everything was found
Dim blue light fading during his decision
Midnight hour power, yo shower insight sparkles over our heads
Many need extra light in these shattered scattered pieces left
Tools never hidden just need instructions as honestly we don’t know how to function
Miscalculations upon extreme frustrations he looked for tools, kept getting distracted
His greatest fear, alone at sea without a purpose seen left to die without communication from seen or unseen
Deemed unnecessary, recipient of fury, unseen jury, unfortunate event multiplication
Screaming don’t do me like that checking under his bed for tools he likes packed
Extra light, some need the lighthouse every night, extra
Clues and tools, hints and critical filter looks
Never hidden.
