It begins as a journey
Through uncharted lands
With a high feeling of pride
But a fragile will
What is to live
When roses are black
And devastation blooms rather
Than sweet compassion
Fancy words to hide
Truth longer known
Since the beginning? of time
Maybe humanity counts it
Only to create order
To be against nature
To live life–foolish
So it seems
It (What?) is false
Ask the question
No appreciation
Peche–French for sin
And evil always streak the sky
Eaten up inside
With desires and false love
Broken relations
Only hear what is wanted
Striving to be different
Oh, so special indeed
Stop pretending
Make dreams come true
What dreams?
Be yourself
The most difficult thing to be
Love yourself first
Don’t be selfish
Confusion and corruption
Within a broken globe
That fails to understand itself
War is unnecessary
Use force–no compromise
Democracy
No voices are heard
Death
The ultimate fear
The ultimate blessing
Opposites collide–oneness
And finally
Peace, prosperity, perfection
A grand fantasy
Man is the personification
Of his own downfall.
–written in 1998 or 99 when my style was very fluid and stream-of-consciousness
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