#62
Overlooking each and every morning,
Fields of agony
Is all I see.
Spreading in the directions removable
And movable.
From now on,
The great Odysseus has come
To find and see
The glorious horizons of us
In the misery of thee.
Let's travel the wide variety,
From devil's water
To heights unseen.
Believing, that this is the way
To find those lost in our minds.
Driven by that same power,
Lost by that same daze
Whom we knew all along,
This should be a no match
For the great minds ahead.
Inspire, rejoice, devour,
The three companions amongst us
Flourish under our lonesome sentiment
And flee, from mind
To mind.
T'is not too late
To seek a different world,
Every end is a new beginning,
Every beginning is an end
After all.
All I see is here,
Invisible and visible.
It takes a look
To be the latter,
It takes you
To be the former.
Despise me,
And I will give you my soul.
No receipt, just a glimpse
Of an eye.