How often do we sigh
waiting upon the winds of time
to come and change that hand of fate.
But know I've always been
until now the one
who rushes, who cannot wait
and even now is writing words
of Impatience
I was born that way, I'd like to know that
Why wait for the time to come?

But now I know as the bells of "DESTINY" toll
I know my heart is singing along.

The dirt from my eyes was washed away,
the clenching of my heart is yet again
released.
I thought yes. This is the calm I seek.
I was happy in my temporary stability,
Satiety. Saturation that it turns into
in a matter of days.

As if my prayers have come true.
Late, None the less, they are true.
I thought I tire of waiting for the man
that will create that world of ice and spice
and call the halt to all the storms
ragging in my head.
I have to hold back a chuckle. It has does
everything but that.


And to seek the peace of the silent knight.
For he waits as the sincere guardian as I
rest.
I have stopped my voyages to the other side-
they delude me with faltering hope
and dreams that have very little to hold in
real life.
I wil come again, travel and experience again,
when I am strong enough to break the chains on the doors
that lock away a piece of my very own Paradise.

How is it that I long for it and fear the light now
that is shines brightly on me?
its like the aliens we are afraid of.
The ones that we know are stronger, better,
faster, yet they are just a silent figment of our
fertile imagination.

If I could choose an end for the universe,
a place where the world ends, the emptiness
beyond is perhaps what I seek.
For I know nothing of it. Yet again I seek it.
Shall I find anything?
Shall I find anything I shall be afraid.
That we are all aware of.
Or is it that our whole universe is like a
tiny world in a glass globe that
sits in a monstrous laboratory?


Ah, I have deviated yet again.
This is the stream of my consciousness
that branches off and stretches across my sky
like Milky Way.
Pure and glittering.
I've waited for that perfect night when I'll see it all.
Yet the same sky that Galileo saw that I see,
and we are, still, alas, Worlds apart.