when I believe less I believe more,
my feelings open and like mist,
they cool and permeate the air,
around me and everybody in my circle.
life is a winding road to endlessness,
infinite and perhaps with no answers,
I thought I’d find them and found none,
yet I still look for some…
what will happen when the world is undone,
and karma comes strolling back,
I’m a writer I say, a writer on one end,
a musician with a different mind on the other.
I am many things, infinite as the sun,
now I shouldn’t let it go,
instead I should be god with my own robe,
glancing down from the heavens with a grim smile.
art is epic and I am a roman,
standing with sword and fist afoot,
before the chamber of justice I am,
a pagan worshipping idol, wrestling with god for his throne.
“we’ll fight till the end, and that smile will only last until then.” Jass to portis in 123 s.e.