I am quite normal and still mad,
I am both happy and both sad,
And during life's entire span
I will be known as no-one.
And I can fight, and I can hide,
I'm still so weak ... and full of might,
I'm own master, own pet,
Is it just good, is it so bad?
I am both known and unnamed,
Inside I'm wild, but act like tamed,
I am always free and yet enslaved,
I'm used to speak the truth and raved.
In times I'm kind, sometimes fierce,
I was born there - and from stars,
I am, like others, one of a kind,
I'm often wrong, sometimes I'm right.
If I had time I would but try
To find the means to soar for sky,
But first I have to reach just me -
This kind of knowledge makes one's free.
Of what I am, and who I was -
I'll have to answer to all those
Silented questions of my past ...
I am not first, I am not last.
One of Many
I am the voice of Evolution,
I am the bringer of Confusion,
I am the whisper in the Noise,
I am the teller of the Choice.
I am one of Many, who're now Few,
I am the maker of new View,
In universe I'm like a Grain
Yet what I do is not in Vain.
No more Pet, no longer Beast,
The road is clear - doesn't twist,
I'm flying now on Wings of Fate,
I've come in time to pass the Gate.
The world is shifting in Frustration,
But underneath lives New Formation.
It won't be quick, it will take time
As this New Order starts to shine.
You see the roof, I look in depths,
To find Divine I take the steps,
Believe or not, one day you'll see -
It is not I - it's all through me.
For those who find are never Wany ...
I'm not alone - I'm one of Many.
P.S.
There is a power in the name
That may be scorched by the fame,
And that is why the truly wise
Will once destroy those painful ties,
He will become the Nameless One,
For he is child of the sun,
For he has travelled his life's road
In search of universal God,
And he's already seen a lot,
Still being smallest spark of God,
Still feeling crawlings of sensation
That he is one of His creation.
Oh, does it matter who he is?
He has to pay his own fees
To burn inside this smallest spark
And free the past out of dark.
The name was given once again ...
Is it too old to live on then?
It has some power of the steep -
And part of it I will then keep.
The second part means nothing now,
For it reminds me of the Row,
And as suggested by the God
This part I'll throw on passed road.
