problems had arrived when sky seers felt the stars,

convinced by curiosity, unbalanced thoughts indulged

in lengthening the arm that reaches to the vast unknown,

communicating with the tightest grip, abuse for goal,

these days they lean more towards their science

and flush religion, argue what is fate, snuff the light of faith,

riveting images of man launched in great machines

chasing brights they see at night was in the shamans dreams,

the sky beckons, leading us to wish and crave,

in awe we ache feeling closer now that we had flew,

subdued by this novel sight, it's beam, the whitest hue,

i start to understand why they'll do anything to find this view,

what makes once great now forgotten clues to mine?

what lays hiding underneath? what has been lost in time?

i'm full of verve but won't believe this life is all we own,

we keep exploring to this truth we'll know.



time is merely a mold

that is cast of mortal minds

exists to those who wisp away

to dust and left behind

but there's a place that's known to few

as ages come and go

a realm that ancients knew

as we can claim to know "our own"

where dreams are funneled out of fiction

into vivid scenes

of liquid crystal pools

reflecting how we came to be

the evidence in Stonehenge

and patterns in the stars

the pyramids of Giza

lead us to the Path of gods

balance the odds

of light and dark beneath the scale

is it better to serve in Heaven

or reign in Hell?

i am the master of my destiny

the choice is mine

i can slip into shadow

or find the light divine

this battle exists

whether or not you choose to see it

those who abuse the use of knowledge

are the first to reap it

unlock the secrets of yourself

to leave the world in awe

a single soul blessed with the gift could be the one to save us all.



easy for life to for their dreams

molding who we are..

we see these lights that glow and gleam

a refuge from afar..

return to the stars..



i walk these deserts with intentions making trails of questions,

a path unable to be covered by the desert winds

that pummels in a time when they encourage your invention

as long as vanity is coupled with it's call for men,

see i can rule these colonies, beckon their fools with fear,

corruption from investing on a plan thats though of well,

but i know everything i'll come across will see my story,

no one can hide a face of evil that has harnessed hell,

as if i could of purged the pestilence that found Caligula

or be the muscle moving a wicked nations bones,

their praises can infest an angel till it's charcoaled wingless

and make hunters to comfortable to defend their homes,

somethings grabbing me convincing that theres more to living

though they encourage my contentment cause i've done my job,

a hero noticing it's still hard to see that stars,

quickly, move faster on this quest your on!