As I lay there, beneath the stars and the moonlit sky, chasing after my train of thought.

I wonder, do others think as I?

Have your thoughts ever drifted off to where the stars go at night?  Or maybe contemplated your life on a different planet? Or perhaps imagined what it would be like if time stood still just for a day.

I wonder, are there others who share the same thoughts as I?

Have you thought of riding the waves or hugging a tree? Have you thought of swaying your hips to beat of a gypsie's drum? Or imagined marching towards a sunrise?

I wonder, have you ever thought like me?

Have you turned pages of Plato's philosophies seeking truth? Or imagined what the world would be like if we were united? Have you contemplated Earth's greatest mysteries?

I wonder, do you think like me?

Do you wake up believing in as many as 6 impossible things before breakfast?

The enemy attacks,
And we fight back,
Military colours,
Dress us from head to toe,
We chant the chants of peace,
Yet our actions betray our cause,

Blood stains our hands,
Are we any different,
Then the so called "enemy"?
No, we are but their reflection

Mankind's pride leads only to destruction,
The fate of nations
Crumble under his decisions,

Are we any better then the criminals we lock in cages?
Yes, of course we are!
Murderers are punished!
Unless they **** in large numbers *
To the sound of trumpets.

We live by an eye for an eye philosophy and in the end we are all blind.

The words I lace together, beat to the sound of a melody only a few would understand.
To many they make no sense, a waste of perfectly good words.
But that is the beauty of my artform.
It defies all laws of structure and logic, demanding one of its own.
A secret language only the mad would comprehend and the sane try to decipher.

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Tell me the tale of she who was crowned
The fairest of them all,

Were her eyes blue, brown or green?
Was she blonde or brunette?
Was she slender or athletic?

Tell me mirror what made her fair
So that maybe I may be fair as well.
Tell me the tale of the fairest of them all,

Was it her glowing skin?
Was it her heart shaped lips?
Was it her pearly white smile?

Tell me mirror what made her fair?
So that maybe I may be fair as well.
Tell me what does she possess that I do not.

"What defines beauty, cannot be seen or touched for true beauty is only felt"
Was all the mirror replied.
No tale was spun and no answers were spoken.