I can tell you everything you want to hear. But I can’t. Who are you?
I was just walking.
Not bothered by the singing birds.
Bothered by the wind inside me.
Everything seems okay.
If I can only ingnore.
The stars denied me friends,
The stars denied me easy access!
They say they need me as hard as possible.
Of course I am a hard one.
From head to toe.
Minus the little heart.
But I am hard.
I want to speak but my words you cannot hear.
I want you to feel but your skin will tear!
I am fire.
You are paper.
Paper burn, paper ash.
People are looking at me.
Like a clown from the circus.
They are amazed at the size of it all.
The size of who I am.
They wonder how.
They wonder at the age of my magic and power.
I am happy.
Not because of you or them.
Because of I can see it all.
I can see your face clear as its definition.
You cannot lie.
They look at me confused.
A man all alone.
Yet with an army the size of it all.
I really am.