Eternal Sands of Traveler

A Day of Natural [Poem]

(Mild Cussing Warning)
Here I sit once more,
Like last time no complete darkness.
I've drawn some sketches, none of which had a use.
I feel there is a reason why today wasn't so good.
That old Hydra book really thought about some things I said,
And they seem to wand to solve what they were to me before I knew them as well as I do now, not what they are to me now.
Quite interesting don't you think,
After all Hydra is named that for a reason.
My device is 52 percent,
My words reaching near a hundred
I see the world tries to tell me and my reminder things,
Things we don't always get immediately, though she understands them more commonly.
My reminder and that young bird head on the eternal dragon are quite alike personality, and action wise.
Not so much in music taste.
Which reminds me,
Why are me and that bird in a cage's music taste so similar?
I have no idea, though great minds do think alike.

I know it may not seem like it, but y'know when you throw some paper ball into the trashcan,
Well I have felt like I was that paper ball once.
And not just thought it once, I felt it for awhile.
I really kicked off as that fake dairy company grew,
All I had,
All I known,
All I wanted (at the time),
Gone,
Thrown away by a single,
Attention devouring,
False magnitude.
He's so unworthy of anyone's attention or care,
I can't bring myself to wanna capitalize even his darn code name.
He was so dumb he gave it away and took a month figuring out a new one.
Not that he isn't anymore,
He's always been dumb,
Always will.

In a world where everyone gets what they want-
Wait? What,
You're saying you can't have that even in a augmented reality?
No,
Not everyone can have what they want,
It goes wrong for someone else if you get what you want,
So nobody could all have everything and anything they want,
Only a limited amount of people can at once.

That old Hydrac book had to mention something to me,
They enjoyed me having a lot to say about them,
And I'm afraid I have more,
Not that I'll ever tell anyone everything I have to say about anyone.
But being a spire can help you if you wish to know what I think about people,
As you're valued,
I respect you.
I commonly don't talk to anyone that isn't a spire,
It's my "dont talk to them" boundary,
And I know that old book of a Hydrac origin has a boundary too.

Y'know,
There's three who understand me the most out of anyone out there I've met, only one of which have identified how to detect when I'm feeling off.
I call them Spider, Beetle and Bee.
While I don't talk to one much anymore, and they aren't so much a friend either,
I still know they understand me and have the status of being one of the bugs.
I'd do anything for Bee mainly, but all three really.

I once asked that hag of a 070 if they over treated the ones they loved,
And they said the same answer I give to the question,
Which is unexpected of me, not them though.
With enough logic and evidence, anyone can break any riddle.
But they do take time,
And time we have little of being mortals.
So why don't you catch a dream,
And hold onto it as long as you can while fulfilling it.
If you fulfill it, maybe by that point you've came across more dreams you'd like to complete.

Questions questions,
"Does it truly matter" - that young bird,
To which I'd answer with; Well, only from certain perspectives.

There are 4 people who know the identity of Midnight, I, Beetle, soulstealer, and midnight herself.
I look forward to not many knowing, as I didn't want soulstealer knowing anyways.
There have been slip ups in the hiding her identity operation, such as soulstealer being told, saying Midnight's true name near people who'd recognize it and question it, especially with the freak outs.
We think it's secure decently,
Though soulstealer could've spread it like a wildfire.
We'll only know when we find out.
Just like nobody's wrong until proven.

All stories come to an end, all dictators reigns don't last forever, no one can't have something without it not having an expiration.
And I'd like my trio to end with a bang persay,
Not death,
Not pain,
But a true death to the trio if and when it dies.
Though I fear I cannot do such a thing, as it is said to close with a choice.
The representation is indecisive to say the least,
It's very symbolic in all of it's words.

Out of all the beings of the 9 worlds,
None saved the tree from Ragnarok.
You can't save something from death if it is meant to be.
Just let MC and all you did for it die you stupid, stupid fake magnitude.

As I breath,
My lungs fill with air,
To be expected, you could predict it a hundred times and still be right.
But, not everything is predictable Bird.
Sometimes I call you that funny caged hydra joke,
Others a bird,
Once a Birdy, my mistake btw,
Though none of those are as interchangeable as Hydra.
I see your checkups,
And if you're listening well enough,
You may just pick up the phone.

I had gotten my choice down to two,
One of which after some time I knew which one was the right answer.

As the clock strikes 10 after 11:37 PM,
I recognize I should be sleeping, or trying to,
Though should I really?
After all, I do this for two reasons, one being to wear down that insomniac limit time before I can sleep.
I don't like trying when I can't succeed.

Glory to my bloodshed,
As all my enemies only made me stronger,
I now have much knowledge and am opening my eye on the true world,
But sometimes,
Just with the right people,
I can let my guard down,
Sometimes more than I possibly should.
However that bouquet of 15 Flowers exactly wouldn't be so happy to hear such a thing.
Though I let my guard down to the right people,
I never get attack despite the temptation, as I've already began being a citizen in their city.

The clock creeping ever closer to midnight,
I'm expecting something soon,
Only 1 knows what,
And as you may predict,
Yes.
The Midnight hour is the only one who knows what I'm expecting.
I should go keep looking after her,

L.N.S-T Numba free(3) coming to a close. Goodbye, have a nice night/day