Never dreamed that being another
is being the same that now is the before
and will to be after for the times expansion.

Touched on kindness
struggles night feelings in broad daylight,
trying to disguise is flying ways in
chained plains.

For too much to think about
if there is another to face
that is not in your dream.

But
precision lies in not
knowing tides but streams.

And only one goes,
your own.
And only one knows,
the unknown.