Here I amLooking at the world’s mirrorFinding myselfat the center of a mazeConstructing the roots of a dreamfor a nationless societyby the power of peace

It is a mind-wandering timeRemember the old timeswhen illusions were distinctRemember the old timeswhen a friendly chatwas all we neededto brighten up our hearts

A wandering knightwambling in an endless roadThinking to himselfWhere the others are?Taking care of what?Who am I?but a fading footprinton a dark empty landunder a starless skyseized by roaring shadowsand delusive hopes

How many of us suffered to death?How many of them gained more wealth?How many of us mourned?How many of them earned?How many times we suffered such a pain?How many times they will do this again?They are Cruelbut…We don’t have to be.

They decide to show it is goodIt is a showThey shout it is goodIt is a showThey won’t let anything good to show upIt is a showWhat do people believe?Is it a show?

A fish cannot be aware of the ocean, before jumping up out of water.

That’s how it ends So, this is it.when we lose it allbutthis is not the EndThis is onlyThe Beginning of the End

I bow to purityBut what is pure?Show me purityI bow to clarityBut what is clear?Show me clarity

The Invisible is movingSoftly and soothingI feel it insideIt is youIt is my feeling for youI want to give it lifeMy whole life

What could be a destination for a lost, when there is no will to move on anymore?