What are you?
A judgemental ghost.
Who are you?
A mind-sucking host.
What is this?
Genesis.
Who is he?
Genesis.
A sad thing, he used to believe,
His life was so worse,
He's returned, knowing what to leave,
Back from where he was lost.
What it takes, he needs to go,
What it means, he needs to know,
Lights found in the darkness,
Pulling him into the brightness.
He asks how the star glows,
Genesis, how the life grows,
Questions of Genesis,
Trapped in premises.
Demanding a new face, a new job,
Whole new body to show top,
In need for a change,
Now he's saved from being dead.
Hoping, having faith,
Moving on to the next step,
His fame as Genesis, why to prove?
Very well known who he is,
Flying high, up, high above the roof,
A new will, a new soul,
With new faith, Genesis.
Where was he?
Lost somewhere.
Who was that?
Somebody else.
What is this?
Genesis.
Who is he?
Genesis.
He never knew who he can be,
Thought he was what the world thought,
Dangerous loop in which he was caught,
His smile now changes the world,
Alternates don't seem to work.
Genesis, healing all the wounds,
He's in search of pieces that he counts,
Different crowds, different words heard,
Confused, he followed what didn't hurt.
What does he want?
Genesis.
Who is he?
Genesis.
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Middle of Two Mirrors
PoetryPeople have different minds and different thoughts. There are different actions that define them. What you do, what you say, what you believe, everything is reflected. What you know is what you believe. Not knowing the truth, thinking of none, a ser...
