I am the burning flames of the raging suns.
I am the bitterness in the climbing snows.
I am the listener to the breathing rhythm.
I am the anger of the twisting hurricanes.
Stopping has no meaning, waiting summons goodbye.
Sleeping has no priority, bleeding is nothing to fight.
Crying is in the past, standing is the present.
Floating over the whitened ray of light.
Screaming with no notes to pour.
I am the rhymed wave you wont explore.
I am the cutting edge of the shiny blade.
I am the future and anything else is mine.
I am the welling in the buried seed.
I am the first stubborn, greenish part.
Shining like a purple diamond under the lights of the north.
I am the believer in no one but me.
I am the listener to what the wind has to say.
I am the fortune teller who says you are who I am.
Nothing can be real before you be the believer.
What is real will come out from behind.
The curtains of nights will not cover.
Be the listener and you must discover.
