"With whom shall I have this dialogue?
The mad, the noble, the wit?
The past lurks under layers of fog,
Evolution's hall
is unlit
Thoughts and visions confuse,
Mental wounds start to grow
But the questions never reduce
About the anonymous
cosmic shadow"
This demon keeps my conscious awake
From sleep, rest and the calm
Disillusioned I rinse my ache
In the
ocean's whispering psalm
The ocean theory covers Earth,
But I seek what has entire control
What nature introduced the
genesis birth?
Known Deities? I curse 'em all
I've set my sails for this odyssey
To locate its mystic exile
A crusade
through the mind's liberty,
Not a journey in nautical miles
A voyage in science and fate
To disrobe the acceleration from
zero
To dive into it and investigate,
Terrifies even the bravest hero
In the corridors of time we're sons,
Entrapped in
lonely spaces
But star dusted electrons
Are my kinsmen, just with odd faces
Still fantasies unveil their sloids,
When
patience turns to fear
To examine the darkest, coldest voids
For the hiding engineer
But our past is still our present
If
we can't the knowledge rift over-span
An eternal transformation is what the matrix represents,
Like the child is father to the
man
"Some hide their confusion behind a religious mask,
Like puppet thespians in "God's" masquerade
'Cause the blur grows for
every time we ask,
What generates the spherical parade?"