Friday, September 2, 2011

The story of all unfolding from an empty will

Asleep at the wheel
I drifted through worlds as many as thread
I awoke to see how beautiful my creation was
There is no god, no character, all along only me
What happened? Time arose
Worlds were stepping stones recalled in it's memory
Faded now in the distance

1 comment:

  1. Creator creating creation creating creator
    what dreams shall find us now?

    Fantastic stuff as always

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