He doesn't have a name. How can he have no name?
He is ancient, important, someone we should or should never pray to perhaps,
But he has no name.
We, humans, give names to thing that may not even truly exist:
Theories,imaginary friends, make believe,
But he is solid, real and here.
Yet what would I call him?
I don't even know what he is,
Not human, maybe not even a man.
But what would I name him,
What name could be enough to represent this timeless creature,
A creature that is older then any language the world knows?
ESTÁS LEYENDO
So, I'm Done Wondering "What If?"
PoesíaA collection of eccentric prose and poems that have scrambled from my mind to paper. Sections might later inspire further work if I don't procrastinate to much. What I write will be random and definitely not the best but it's better, for me any...
