My words follow no norms
my thoughts are not mine to begin with
they come in a form of a rhyme
to shine the light
on the dying world afraid of flight,
of ascendance to greatness
of the kindred spirit inside
that senses the might
that is trying to burst out
brighter than the rising sun.
There are no lines, no code to follow
my words carry power
while my conscious mind is hollow
spirit lacks the logic
so he uses it to borrow
the analytics he can not swallow
to make end the chronic
of the mind that is closed
poised to end the wallow.
Reveal the truth to all,
brake the illusion that controls
our behaviour, our thoughts
bring end to all the fighting, to all the wars
introduce the era of quantum laws.