And so I came to be.
There was only the darkness and the darkness alone,
Nothing but a tyranny of thoughts,
A infinity of dwelling memories raging like a blizzard
The enlightenment of dragging all the emotions behind
Burning, watching, trembling, there was just unreality and pathos
The stars knocked at my door just after God sent me a transmission
And so I realized that hatred and personal belongings
Are the weavers of all our systematic reality.

I feel uncomprehensible, not by loneliness but idealism,
An outcast from the current line of words
I was nothing but an uncouraged musician singing what I didn’t do,
A writer believing in aliens as masters, and Jesus as a mortal wise man,
Nothing but a mere child playing to be an adult,
Those are my dreams, this rollercoster of grudges and sighs
The universe hiding behind my glasses,
A presence in the Woods, some cheering and joyful man aside the road
This waves are screams punching my wall against my heart
A guillotine of desires and temptation,
I am not alone anymore. But still, I feel like I was just born.
Some call it love, I call it a muse revenant.