COMPLEXITY

Worthier than anything
are my words i believe
i could never sell it
whic would have made me
.... millionaire


I have never asked asked anyone
if I could write about them.
As my words changes places
It forms their stories

I have changed them good and bad
as they are what to me
Fictional stories have never
come out of me...
as miracles have never come to me
Angel and daemons play their roles
Moving all up and down

I could see many on my move
but I could never change any of those
The world is sometimes with the
green sky, blue leaves and the black sun

Visions make changes all the time
As i have to run through it everytime
when my eyes are wet and vision is dull
I close my eye..
hoping they would be the same..

FOREVER..