Time, has passed me by,
Thoughts, have blinded my mind...

An imagine, of that laugh inside,
outside of that that is beyond the mind...

Within our hearts of love and hate,
Outside the world, inside this faith...

A world that forms by energy and imagination,
From other point of view is just a Gods creation...

You start by looking down at me,
Like other times…what do you see...

For you o faithful reader…
In what way you judge this simply dreamer...

How can we extend…?
Orisons that have no end...

Birth is what we feel,
Again in this spring reviving atmosphere...

You that I not understand although I now refuse…
You enigma of a genius's muse...

A new day divides the thoughts of yesterday,
And all I'm hopping now to say...

In the knees I put my self,
In front of you, to venerate and dream upon...