Man without the light
Oh man, you so far from me, you
observe me.
Man of paper, man of ink, man of
briks.
Beastly the discovery of me makes
you feel mutilated, as if you
would want at the end to stay
lonely in your pain, your dilemma.
Because I am wind that moves my
waves,
you, cold conjugation
between verb and noun.
It saddens me to notice how many
times I had to shatter your
castle,
because too much you think
to know, to think that you don't
want to know anymore.
If Animal was good enough, why do
you approach the Divine?
And if the Divine asks you
questions, how would you hope to
answer without a minimum of
self-reflecion?
I show to you, I show within you,
it is possible to live dependin
upon something more perfect, in a
chase of shawdos, projected onto
planes that will never cross.
You son of Chaos, abhor order, you
call me old, you call me boring,
you call me and you call me, and
if I won't answer you'll then look
at the sky, the emptiest space,
heaviest than anyother.
You, my son, adorn me with
misdeeds and presents of steel, I
suck, a dry root bynow...why did
you hate me?
Was I too much?Was I not enough?
Careful to each of each of your
gesture, thought, disbelieving you
would have forgotten my timeless
womb, you are born from your own
fear, I did hear you.
So keep on askin youself the same
questions, and build yourself a
fortress of what used to be trees,
life, trying to give a meaning to
what a meaning you took away from.
Too much, alltogheter.
Idiotic search if you then stop
seein me.
If then only programmed answers
make you feel comfortable, if only
your sensless detatchment makes
you feel strong, if only your
demons make you feel unique.
When you looked for answers I was
there, but you build yourself a
cross of denial.
When you finished your questoins,
I presented you with a Cosmo, but
you cried.
I AM MAYA, THE ILLUSION TO WHICH
YOU WILL NEVER GIVE AND END, A
LOGIC, A SENSE.
I am the Nothing from which The
Everything comes.
You don't have to accept to
understand me.
You can try to understand you only
have to accept me.
breaktheloop.ZeldaMononoke
observe me.
Man of paper, man of ink, man of
briks.
Beastly the discovery of me makes
you feel mutilated, as if you
would want at the end to stay
lonely in your pain, your dilemma.
Because I am wind that moves my
waves,
you, cold conjugation
between verb and noun.
It saddens me to notice how many
times I had to shatter your
castle,
because too much you think
to know, to think that you don't
want to know anymore.
If Animal was good enough, why do
you approach the Divine?
And if the Divine asks you
questions, how would you hope to
answer without a minimum of
self-reflecion?
I show to you, I show within you,
it is possible to live dependin
upon something more perfect, in a
chase of shawdos, projected onto
planes that will never cross.
You son of Chaos, abhor order, you
call me old, you call me boring,
you call me and you call me, and
if I won't answer you'll then look
at the sky, the emptiest space,
heaviest than anyother.
You, my son, adorn me with
misdeeds and presents of steel, I
suck, a dry root bynow...why did
you hate me?
Was I too much?Was I not enough?
Careful to each of each of your
gesture, thought, disbelieving you
would have forgotten my timeless
womb, you are born from your own
fear, I did hear you.
So keep on askin youself the same
questions, and build yourself a
fortress of what used to be trees,
life, trying to give a meaning to
what a meaning you took away from.
Too much, alltogheter.
Idiotic search if you then stop
seein me.
If then only programmed answers
make you feel comfortable, if only
your sensless detatchment makes
you feel strong, if only your
demons make you feel unique.
When you looked for answers I was
there, but you build yourself a
cross of denial.
When you finished your questoins,
I presented you with a Cosmo, but
you cried.
I AM MAYA, THE ILLUSION TO WHICH
YOU WILL NEVER GIVE AND END, A
LOGIC, A SENSE.
I am the Nothing from which The
Everything comes.
You don't have to accept to
understand me.
You can try to understand you only
have to accept me.
breaktheloop.ZeldaMononoke
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