With a Pen and Paper
With a pen and paper
I unravel the world of mystery in tears
I confront these fears
Seeing buried visions, hidden works, closed doors, blocked sources
With a pen and paper
I travel the face beyond earth surface
I dream dreams beyond realms and dreams
I see reasoning and reasons beyond reasons and reasoning
Connected to an origin, a kingdom, a source, a reality, a world
The last piece of the puzzle
Like the inevitable checkmate-stalemate of a chess game
I see us, I see them, with the distance immeasurable
I see the barricade blocking us from them, but not them from us
Now the interpretation is denied and so am I
Is it real? I'm forced to deny
I say no, I rely
So here am I
Again with a pen and paper seeking for answers.
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