Poezja

If you don't listen,
Why hear?
If
you don't look,
Then why see?

Our world is changing,
And our
hearts are banging,

Fantasy may be truth,
Reality may be fake,

...but who are we to say what's real,
Who's to say we made the wheel?


Secrets can be kept,
And for that we must be apt,
In seeking
what must be found,
Before it is ever drowned.

When Earth shifts,

And fantasy is true,
Reality a nightmare,

You must look for
faults,
See the changes,
Listen to the whispers,
Analyze it in your
head,

And keep your memories in tune,
... And keep looking at the
moon