Poor human beings...
Never wanting to see the light
try to kill it before the night.
Low souls of this day unfortunate times.
Kill them, for as long as you're alive
they shall betray your dreams,
making them into fears.
Be away from low souls.
Be more than you
but spirit and wise.
For the ones that are low souls
have only their little great fears
which they project into all that threatens them.
Be like the ancient, the plains or the forest.
Be big though feeling small.
The river and its streams flourish
the sides along their way
even if they don't grow.
You are a river, a person,
an individual.
What way have you of others
not letting so much go and be?
I know the spirits that make me sain
and they're not from this world
but of the unknown.
Need peace, space and time,
for sure discipline, to find them.
I grew old with this pain.
I feel old,
but am I?