Is there a world stranger?
A place needless to be vesusing time
Perhaps death lays the ultimate answer
Or is there a truth I’m left behind
It belongs an inspiring bewilderment
The awe and the aspiring thought
Perhaps even an encouraging boredom
Is there then to see the truth or not?
A truth far from realism
A forgery only those chosen would see
An opposition to be freed from freedom
Yet what surpasses the endless mystery?
It was an end to a beginning to begin
It was a beginning to an end to change
Memories and dreams need nevermore remain
A thought simply yet never a game
Acceptance in the way of stranger things
Allowing time to fade into selfless prime
Remembering and letting go the endless dreams
Perhaps myself will every tomorrow I’ll find