Please...Give me the answer...
I am my soul's protector
I am my heart's slave
I am the master of my brain
Because no one else was there
Because I wanted to feel loved
Because I refused to be a victim
A victim of my eternal optimism
A victim of my transcendental feelings
A victim of my own thoughts
I am the saviour of my dreams
I am the slayer who rises
From the ashes of my past
I am the creator of my future
I am a sinner and a virgin
A misunderstood genius
My desires can become
my fortress or my jail
I can become everything
and nothing at once
But I can't predict my future
Time will show,
What is going to happen to me;
Will my mind master my heart?
Or
Will my heart enslave my brain?
The clock is ticking
the pendulum is swinging
the countdown has started
00:03
00:02
00:01
00:00
Explosion or fireworks?
Celebration or mourning ceremony ?
the base on which we stand
is stable unless our eyes
or sense of balance tells us otherwise
earth is rotating under the pendulum
the line of swing of the pendulum
just appears to rotate.
Below the equator the apparent
rotation begins again,
but in the opposite direction.
00:00 = x
Can you please give me the answer?
Explosion or fireworks?
Poetry by night soul woman
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Written on 2006-07-16 at 15:14
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