I have received a key into the wilderness
A vastness where my light is concentrated
Dragging all that is bright into this oasis;
Leaving what is left dim.

The hours roll up into pairs of dozens
In turn, those compile into a somewhat clumsy heap
And should you stand in their path
They will fold you into them as well.

What noise? The Earth halts breathing
As silence suspends over the horisons
It hovers, alien to the landscape
That usually brims with cued distraction.

I am the light behind a flame,
I am the king without a name,
I am different we ain't the same,
I am a star awaiting my fame.
I can paint the devil shining bright,
And wear him a mask looking nice,
I fight better with my pen than a seasoned knight,
My rhymes are too hot, hotter than ice,
I am not bragging, just trying to say,
I am a poet don't get in my way.

How dare you, my kid, oh how do you dare?
Aren't you -my kid, are Not you aware!
Are you really ignorant, are you!
Or arrogant enough to not care!
How dare you, my kid, Oh how do you dare?

For millions of years my kid , I've been there,
I've been watching you polluting my air.
Demeaning my elements one by one,
all that's offered, even those, that are rare.
How dare you, my kid, oh, how do you dare?

three hundred and sixty five pages book
this syllable with twelve scenes
each scene with four acts at least
read with determination
though nobody knows the end
it's known only by the author

I try reading all the pages
word by word from intro-
through the appendix
version by version both the old
the more I try to catch up the words
they disappear and the faster time flies
hoping to understand the past,
present and future more
yet the result's always different