Life came running to meet me, on day of my
new birth,
She came to tell me her secrets, of magic
on this earth,
“There are things you will know, but will
never ever see,
There are things you will see, but will
only know from me”.
But then interlopers interfered, all along
my journey´s path,
Showing me harsh images & words, all of
angry ugly wrath,
Taking away all the magic & mocking my
invisible friends,
All telling me, that in life, you can never
have the “pretends”.
All of society, parents, all teachers,
friends, family & the like,
When stumbling, in their eyes, they´d put
me back on the bike,
With every little secret shown & sacred
knowledge I gleaned,
I was told by masses, “Don´t be silly, it
is never as it´s seemed”.
With all old secrets forgotten, about the
invisible Ancient lore,
Life came to visit me, saying, “Don´t
worry, I will show you more”,
Then taking my care worn hand in hers, life
led me into death,
Then I saw all the magic before me, in my
last expiring breath.
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