Uncertainty surely in thought is silent
Dormant for years to drift the mindful sea
The love, the life, the world that is perceived
Is all nothing but a mystery, which holds so many questions
Is everything...stardust, love-lust, broken trust, soaking in darklight
The starlight so lovely, is of more value than gemstones
Sparkling brilliantly with unpredictability
Nothing is more enticing than the unknown
Worlds made of diamonds, once, were mere dreams
Vortexes of lawlessness, nothingness, once only nightmares
Who are we to give them names?
We did not birth their existence
Our smiles, our dreams, our thoughts, and our love
All of what you see, the night gave
Frustration circulating inside my eyes
Fighting to understand, to know, to learn
Hunger for answers is humanity
leave behind society's reality I must
Strange it may seem to you
I am invisible to you, inhuman
Ridiculous, ludicrous, misunderstood
I am not unlike the world above the atmosphere
Parts of me sparkle, so far away
A smile masked by darkness, the light hidden, yet there
Can I pierce the night with my meek personality?
Am I like the star that almost burst to life?
Or the star that glowed brilliant white, only to fade away?
Silent explosions, undetectable to the senses
Laughter too strange and quiet to be regarded
Tears of molten iron are and are not a metaphor