Attempts to discover why
What difference do we  have
Trying to reach the wisdom of the sky
Why there's hate and love

We are just a part of that  could be people
Our belief are merely of myth and fantasy
A true wisdom only until the reaper take our soul
The saddest part of our destiny

Lucky are those who seems to know it all
Preachers and priests who are so faithful with their belief
But are they not part of that could be people
A belief that might only be of unicorn and elf

Those assumed their self unblemished call this poetry of fool
Condemned this words to the greatest
Condemned this poet who became a tool
But if you think you are part of that could be people... then let it travel to the rest....


written: December 29, 2014 at 2:00 PM
Mysterious Aries