Poezja

There's a world beyond my eyes
Which was written without a pen
It writes of everything but lies
And sets a harvest in the den
In the booklet the paper melts
Yet my mind is unfit to write
Every other thought now expels
Trying to gain more insight
To play with the mind
To play with reason
To unravel time
To unravel the seasons
In life you must experience
What its like to be one
But all you desire is
What its like to be none
To welcome death
Is a painful emotion
And to overcome it
Takes an internal explosion
So here I meander
In the land of thought
All I've done is wonder
And everything I have sought