and the wind blew
gales of dust
soot covered eyes
vision blinded
impaired i groped
searching for meaning
truth blinded
truth vieled
soot covered eyes
gales of dust
and the wind blew stronger than before
stronger than before blew the wind (like was repeated earlier) and with wind came hope (Neither the wind nor I could not think of anything else to accompany). dust of gales disapeared,(scared, were they of hope? or tired were they of flight?) and vision punctured the veils.
I became God, and meaning groped around searching for me, My eyes learnt to blind truth, and the soot veiled myself away from meaning.
stronger than before blew the wind (like was repeated earlier) and with wind came hope (Neither the wind nor I could not think of anything else to accompany). dust of gales disapeared,(scared, were they of hope? or tired were they of flight?) and vision punctured the veils.
I became God, and meaning groped around searching for me, My eyes learnt to blind truth, and the soot veiled myself away from meaning
What matters not is identity, surprisingly, identity-need does matter. When known stranger makes comment, it ain't funny! but..... .....but funny ain't it? comment makes stranger known. When, matter does need identity, surprisingly, identity is not what matters!
well..... the knowns dont reach me by my name, my name does not reach the unknowns. Piper, I am called, oh known stranger, Anything more would put my peace in danger.
well..... the knowns dont reach me by my name, my name does not reach the unknowns. Piper, I am called, oh known stranger, Anything more would put my peace in danger.
well..... the knowns dont reach me by my name, my name does not reach the unknowns. Piper, I am called, oh known stranger, Anything more would put my peace in danger.
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then?
and then...hmmmm.....well....
stronger than before blew the wind (like was repeated earlier)
and with wind came hope (Neither the wind nor I could not think of anything else to accompany).
dust of gales disapeared,(scared, were they of hope? or tired were they of flight?)
and vision punctured the veils.
I became God, and
meaning groped around searching for me,
My eyes learnt to blind truth,
and the soot veiled myself away from meaning.
stronger than before blew the wind (like was repeated earlier)
and with wind came hope (Neither the wind nor I could not think of anything else to accompany).
dust of gales disapeared,(scared, were they of hope? or tired were they of flight?)
and vision punctured the veils.
I became God, and
meaning groped around searching for me,
My eyes learnt to blind truth,
and the soot veiled myself away from meaning
wonderful~~~~~~~~~
who is this ?
What matters not is identity,
surprisingly, identity-need does matter.
When known stranger makes comment,
it ain't funny!
but.....
.....but
funny ain't it?
comment makes stranger known.
When, matter does need identity,
surprisingly, identity is not what matters!
"who is this?"
well.....
the knowns dont reach me by my name,
my name does not reach the unknowns.
Piper, I am called, oh known stranger,
Anything more would put my peace in danger.
----The Piper
"who is this?"
well.....
the knowns dont reach me by my name,
my name does not reach the unknowns.
Piper, I am called, oh known stranger,
Anything more would put my peace in danger.
----The Piper
"who is this?"
well.....
the knowns dont reach me by my name,
my name does not reach the unknowns.
Piper, I am called, oh known stranger,
Anything more would put my peace in danger.
----The Piper
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