With the flow of time,
And the blowing wind,
The bells start to chime,
Its melody dim.

A pulse that accel.
A need to excel.
An increasing tempo.
A newly broken flow.

A stop that stopped.
A new anew.

The silence has been broken,
Yet there is nothing to listen.
Other than one's own melody,
An entire medley.

Hidden from the light, the path that is to walk.
Hidden in the dark, the path which need be followed.
Yet do we walk in the light, while looking in the dark?
Or do we walk in the dark, knowing that the path is somewhere?


What fools humans are
Pathetic, self serving, blind
Do not pity them

46 Contradictory

If upholding the law were to be strong,
Then to be opressed by it would be weak.

If casuality cannot be accepted,
Then normality is overrated.

The world is unable to be what it should be.
But all it needs be is exist.

Why do humans fight when they can love?
Because they were told to fight to love.

All these contradictions in life is a poetry,
Crafted in order to prove that life is not in equity.