I am silence,
You are roaring.

In my mind,
You are floating.

I am quiet,
You are chaos.

In my dreams,
You are pathos.

I am always,
You are never.

In my thoughts,
You are, forever.

Only she still was,
Like i had known before,
Without a doubt,
a bonafide *****.

Come at me,
With all your might,
With all you've got,
If you think you're all that.

I will bestow upon you,
Not violence,
nor harsh words,
I will do nothing.

I will just be,
Like the trees,
And the leaves,
I am of no value,
And as are you.

I have forgotten who i am,
That we are nothing but paintings,
Fit inside golden frames,
And nothing is as it seems,
Yet, we choose to speculate,
When we should spectate,

If i could say what i have seen,
You'd be very surprised,
Even more so, confused,
The vast horizons, you can delve into,
The beauty and the horror i saw,
It is the true nature of the world,
It is the very essence of truth.

Now that it is clear,
what is intended, i know,
It is simply the easiest,
Of all things to do,
But only the bravest,
Are burdened by these trials,
Cause the world is not only blind,
All the deaf ears are eavesdropping too.

I hate you none,
He who despises me,
Full of jealousy,
I hold no grudges,
What right have you?
To pass judgement,
I forgive you,
But forget i shall not,
It's the only wisdom,
My virtue holds.

In dreams
     i am respected,
In dreams
     i am honoured,
what then is preventing me,
     from never waking up?

It seems that i find it now,
All things are mere shadows,
A copy of a copy,
Destined to make you follow,
Like ants, slaving away,
To their grand *****.

One can wonder though?
The mysteries that surround,
Of finding out the universal truth,
When The world we know and love,
Is nothing but a dot,
A tiny speckle,
Inside an infinity room.