If power is unmeasurable Does it mean it’s unlimited How long have we searched for the hidden tool Day and night searching like headless fools Not knowing that it only lies within both me and you Like a door waiting to be unlocked Or a person too afraid to just knock With fear of what’s on other the other end Is fear the only thing that really appears to look cool? With no where to go and no where to hide Living in fear knowing you’ll die -Lydia Sithole