I’m told that man can’t fly;
But never to ask of why;
I’m told that man must speak,
And never to say that he is weak;
All the “truths” I’m told are lies;
I only know that love never dies.
With this my life’s complete;
Even when the battle to compete
Sways and pulls the I’s inside me.
Torn apart by perceptions’ sea?
What brought us together,
And in thought to tether
The perceptions of my dreams?
Sleepy schemes made up within,
In someway, our names, destined
To cross the self-sames within,
Fills me with things
Of squared and circled rings;
This is nothing to compare what we feel
Past the first ring of what is real