42

For it to… For it too— Four and two. Forty-two! A number?—or a gate? Where past meets present, And dreams no longer wait— Fighting, and finding—their rightful place. For it to… For it too— Four and two?! Forty-two! An age where silence breaks, Where the pen takes its rightful place, Listening to the voice long ignored, Now, writing what has been stored. Yes! 42! Cheers! For Me—and You!