A thousand secrets you behold
In your dreams and wishes;
If wiser minds you shall unfold
Great storms will seem you swishes.

So many heavens wrap your steps
Until you're dust to Heaven,
But still, you dare avoid the traps
Laid by the spirits' leaven.

Why for are you revolting now,
Your voice resembling thunder?
Did you forget the sacred vow
By tearing it asunder?

For what sweet hands of blurry mist
Do you peek up the pieces?
You never leave a choice of twist -
You have to grant your wishes.

The ration with its frozen touch
Can never harm your being,
Nor find a dawn to which to clutch
When shadows it's foreseeing.

You are, sometimes, too dark to sight
For others to rely you,
Your canvas float in black and white -
A picture of déjà-vu.

You never take and never give
The beings you're opposed to.
They think you cry - you only sieve
The right and wrong before you.