The unconscious stream of words,
a loquacious man yet he's so insecure.
always has so much time to talk in the day.

he can never be here for you nor can he stay,
he is detached  by nature, but can charm any woman away,
don't be fooled by his confidence.

it's the unconscious stream of words.

Mine eyes are full to the brim with celestial fire,
Mankind throws me off into the dust and mire,
anger and frustration is buried below,
no man shall ever know.

When the days are short and I stand afar,
then I know of the darkest hours,
I am not  of this world,
a truly transcended being.

The day of ascension is to come,
the day when I shall call it home,
when mine enemies dost laugh,

I shall be ever know.
The Transcended human experience.