In the heart of time
I am lost
Another scene
I can feel
But leave empty
Once I touched creativity Held close to my chest A stage of knowledge Lost forever in mental bliss I learned to survive Live in the lie Of just time We who sit and stare Like birds touch wings of life A repenting breed Like seeds of wheat just lying there And I hear the news today A flight of heron wean From the nook of lingering Just an insight into reality Yet I can retain The glimpse I am allowed to see Fates pass and eyes go blind Mind is a vision stare Can not recall was like a dream In the heart of time I am lost Another scene I can feel But leave empty Once again Come and taste The wine My mind Cries I have lost the thread We who sit and stare Like birds touch wings of life A repenting breed Building next time
In the gripping finale of the BetterWorld cyberpunk series, Waylee, Kiyoko, and their friends attempt to bring down an all-powerful corporation and a corrupt government--all while eluding the biggest manhunt in history.
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Very inspiring and profound thoughts... "A Look In Creativity" is a poetic flower.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Micke