~Self Created~
Look behind the wall of why
where the answer lay empty
look deep into its face and see
that nothingness cut your sanity
where in nothing but this created
hold this race in circles
Fiction is the escape of centuries
where in so many captured a dream
for within a dream it lay not so empty
time and its life created by the mind
and in that this will to keep
eternal its heart
As nothing but the circle in death
where the mind worth nothing
and to this nothing more beautiful
than the fiction created
within the creators mind
and made for another breath of life.
The Poet Stefan 