Prophecies of my life close to the bones
and forever young being crashed as a mighty nuclear bomb.
As the king watches from the sitting chair world colapsing
in mystère he bounces his heart to knowledge and the 
understanding of time being endless. 
For the soul is to be brought to presence in human body 
and imagination to stay longer on the mind, entertaining.
There's too much out there and he's no longer interested in.
For now flowers are to be darken for the grey reality
to unfold itself by itself. 
It has no power, thought creation is all together an evidence 
of Nature's impossible flow. 
Power is heavy thought knowledge can be not
if you just give yourself to it. 
It's windy outside and the mind is disturbed by some unnatural occurrence.  
Not know if it's good to be somebody right now.
Might be better not to be and just respect the feelings and propositions
of reality as a has to be of the gods of the present time.
Where am I?
Phantom of a soul logging for understanding 
thought this body's culture lifts so many demons as it raises. 
No need to alarm and be quiet for some time.
Ride the waves, the waves of lives passing you.
Embrace your center and let it be.
Not so important are you...