A big rock lays in front me.
Oh how it refuses to move.
My intellect fails me,
My strength disappoints me.
My spirit breaks,
My heart begets hopelessnes,
My mind begins to see unseen things.
There and there I forge my reality.
Then and now the rock is still in front of me.
Is it?
Yet I cannot see it.
How many a people have been this?
A time before now,
We used to be rulers of our place,
The place we used to shape into our homes.
Now we shape our fantasies,
And rule begotten subjects,
Subjects which we cannot stimulate to life.
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Otherness(Poetry Book)
PoetryThis book is about the Otherness and its roots and origins and its current matters at hand and the truths, about it, And all only brings us to God and to the highest knowledge about our selves.
