Under the dark sky lies
A forest filled with mystery
Completely hidden from conspiracy,
Hidden from humanity.
Abominations are singing at midnights,
Laughters are heard at nights;
Many question this forest,
But they will not be honest
About this blasphemy.
No one cares of the woods
Anymore,
No one cares of innocence
Anymore;
It's just like a scream
In a never-been realm,
Hidden under imagination,
Sealed from innovation.
These groves are moving,
These leaves are whispering.
In the middle of the forest
There is a puddle that can talk,
But it will not last,
Because it's between dimensions.
It's close to many worlds,
It will leave this life,
Without any fine
Memories of the Loss,
And Pain which were
Separated by nature;
It ought be there,
The Voice,everywhere,
But it is not in this reality,
It is not in this lunecy,
It's in a different sanity,
Or insanity,
Of the Absurd;
That is not really absurd
Only unreal,
And surreal.
Of course all these are lies,
Which are lying
Under the Unknown's conscience.
This mind is just a novice,
It cannot accept
The reality,
That there is no real;
There are only worlds
And their different realities.
It will only need
To evaluate,
And to innovate.
Now,I see nothing,
Because everything is sleeping,
Everything is preparing
To awake. |
