Love me.
That is all i see.

Everybody is scanning for a bond,
While i lie in the shadows angling
My mode of perception, to correspond
Your routines and rituals of acting,
And asking for boundless love.

So i abscond and you can't ask for more.
Because you noticed my kind and my codes.
You knew I was designed to be alone.

So
I lay my tranquil smile and keep observing us coincide
Feeling the pulse from the inside
I drift trusting i am the aftermath of a calculated plan
But something is always missing somehow
Lost in my thoughts
I blame the inventor

And i grow wiser,
Knowing i will never understand the true motives of my designer.

Words Of Harfouchism.

My formless fear has its cycles
And it lives within me like a shadow
My formless fear is a desire
If it was a bird it would be a crow

My perception shifts.

Knwoledge is a trap , so is the art to percieve
And to manipulate fate living by " evrything is written" as a philosophy

My choices aren't mine , i am just a tool
My vision shifts , so does the true truth

My allies are intangible , though i am objectively measurable
A fair creator would only discard such a rebel

Everything happens for a reason , i trust life fully
But i dont want to take responsibilty.

I am just a tool everything is written
I exist through a knwoldge that is hidden

I trust life as i see and understand
My formless fear takes form as a pen in my hand

After all the writer was only a man.


Words Of Harfouchism