Commercial and bureaucratic hindrances collided with an uncontrollable reality: the faith of many players.
Am I actually / really competent at anything? / How does it feel to be a grown up?
Am I building my Babel? / Brick upon brick / Constructing an edifice / Of my own achievement.
I wish I could whisper to your desires, ‘There is more. Much more.’
A voice I longed to hear but / Whose sweet tones I had almost forgotten. / Too soft, too subtle, too strong. / Unshakeable, gentle steel. / You’re welcome.