Floating high above the clouds,
the mountains are all I see.
Neanderthal-like visionary,
time clashes far and free.
A mystery of life's cruel ways,
two years of destiny.
Chaos playing its puppetry,
Mankind beneath the strings.
If only my heart could speak,
the truth would flow in red,
of a mystery so painful,
the stabbing words I dread.
The nurturing of energy,
the gift of purity.
Above the clouds,
sun shine on me,
far from reality.
Trapped within Man's selfishness,
I scroll the soul to be.
Caught in my own technology,
I am a mystery.
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