Psychic Member

Kissed by the mist In a way of no description From ancient times A force within me Wonders of the earth I ask for my time Gone with his desire Of creations to the end Good or bad touch Circumstances on demand Emotions torment all Nobody cares So far away From friends and foes alike Individuals are trapped here Make-believe is their reality In control they feel Lost by their own will Ideas are so dear Talk is alive and often No strength within Convince thyself That is your speech An idle doctrine of denial Your life of fallacy Annoys the close ones Heaven and earth move While you stand still