"This Should have been a noble creature: he
Hath all the energy which would have made
A goodly frame of glorious elements,
Had they been wisely mingled; as it is,
It is an awful chaos--light and darkness--
And mind and dust--and passions and pure thoughts,
Mix'd, and contending without end or order,
All dormant or destructive"
these signs that I know aren't true
show me the way to the streams of truth,
where nothings real and lies don't exist.
Sanity a state of deception,
with truth hidden in it's shadow
In search of what's real
I run to the center
where illusions disappear
and loneliness is real
And in this world I reach out
knowing this dream is real.
when the rushing of the water
drowns out all sound
I strain to hear you
but all is lost in the
currents of sound
and I find myself
blinded by the reflection's
on the water, so I try
not to listen,
but you are the noise
In the lands where time stands still
beauties more then the refraction of light
Hero's walk this sacred land
Eagles soar the limitless sky's