Between being asleep and awake,
I continuously creep aside the calamities of fate.
Expectations, predictions all of them are fake,
masses of unknowing fools forget what is in front of them
by the time it is realized it is too late.
I am alert as I am dazed from existing, I can no longer tell the difference
from such thoughts I can only realize the strangeness of truth,
that I have found what I am looking for and my journey will never end.
I know that I have these memories which are not my own,
but beg to be real as any other.
