I knew well before the first line was written,
I knew since the beginning of time.
I knew quite well the reason of our being,
The reason for our truths being denied.
Set in stone beneath the blues,
The echoes carried me to some distant land.
I couldn't fathom, at that moment, the correct way to measure sands.
The sands of time led the day,
The Polaris led the night
The stars followed far asleep
It was a breathless, reckless plight.
My emotions were in control of my being,
My existence was only one side of the story.
My reflection conveyed my materialistic glory.
As I disintered my interest in gold,
I began to understand why things grew old,
Exactly why men had failed to understand,
There was nothing in the other side that could be bought and sold.
So I spoke in different languages and tried to to decipher the only way I knew how,
Served my life as a lifer in a prison whose seed I had sown.
There was none who could save me,
None who could see through my veil.
Because I had tried to understand 'why',
And had pretended I had failed.
