That World of Our Own

There is a world out there I’m never suppose to know of A world out where…? Am I suppose to be lost? I belong with the few who knows I exist And with the rest… I’m no more then I should be IS it not the thought world we regularly abolish To have finally a seen world as we see? I discovered a world however A world no one will ever know That world to belong to everyone forever Yet a world never known to show Can you not know another? What is the perfect limitation of our time? How do we change our mind knowing better? When did ‘better’ we came to find? Is there a world out there? Or is everyone supposedly lost? Had you not known where? That place everyone seem to know of…