In my soul burns a fire, cold and fierce in my eyes you see but black, on my face you see a lie, legends are real and myths are life. What you see is just a perception and what is real is what is called a lie. Nothing changes except the people, life is eternal but not as the ideas say. Music is key, dreams are rhythmic sound is mystery. If one can make their dreams a symphony one can find true bliss. Life is free, Truth is there, Love is everywhere if one opens their minds. Don't be afraid of wheat you feel. Open to those that can be true and forbid the snakes from taking joy. Fear is for those afraid to express the love they feel, or love they crave. Never forget in those who help feed the wondrous fire of your soul.