All that prevails around is the minuscule layer of dust,
You may try to see it through and knock on the door in your conscience.
What will you reckon, what more can you speculate?
You haven't even unveiled your own mysteries yet.
There's the eagle circling in the sky,
There's the lion dominating the woods,
There's the shark lurking in the deepest oceans,
There's the demon conspiring things in our heads.
Terrible are the moments, your blood runs cold
You jump off a cliff, with death at your door and hoping to get bold.
See through yourself, for your strength is still hidden,
Of mystery you provide a role to this world.
CZYTASZ
A ROLE
PoezjaLiving amidst unknown motivations and probably figuring out what mysteries could this world bear, while in reality you're already a world and a mystery in yourself.
