We are not simple creatures .
We live our lives in fear and sleep in other persons' confusion .
We stand alone in the night time , behind our own broken barriers.
And we ask ourselves , why cant't the past be written all over again ?
So we can do all the wrong mistakes right .
The writings on the wall are hiding somewhere .
Behind a thick , dark and misty fog .
Simplicity is made to be misunderstood and confusion does make sense .
Its like a chess board with checkered past .
There are black and white squares and creatures who hold different levels of knowledge.
Complicity is carried through the wind , like the cool light ocean breeze .
It breezes in through the north and stays at the centre of our universe .
A cup is neither half full or half empty .
It is just unjustified , like the power of our electricity .
A scale will not function ,without the ying and yang of a weight .
The answers lie somewhere , within our deepest dreams .
Dreams are like the master key of our locked doors .
They will always open , when we learn to aceept .
And nightmares will eventually fade ....
If we learn to awaken both our eyes and ears .
The End .