Through the glass I see the world, the world that used to be mine. I see death and life, I see them born again.
Nonsense is nothing but the words I say but you don’t understand.
I knock on the door but you run away. Confusion invades your head, what, how, when, where, is this true or is just my imagination? Guess what, I’m not gonna tell you. That’s up to you.
I see trough your eyes, I feel trough your dreams, what life really is when you’re down there and I’m really here. I miss you but I can’t tell you, you wouldn’t understand. I just write words, words that don’t mean a thing to me but are treasures for tomorrow. Trust me you will not regret it.
Faith was born in you like a seed I plant in my backyard. It grows slow, it grows weak, but one day you’ll see, I mean, you already see it. The wisdom that I brought to you is a tool that you must use.
I see the world through my eyes, through your eyes, the world I created, the world that you live in. This world is my house, while this world is your shelter, world that you can live, world which you can learn from, the world where you will teach. The world embraces you as I embraced you as a child, when you were just a seed, a little dot, lost into nowhere. But here I am, and there you are, troubled by the forgetfulness, lost from your past, unknowing the future. Just look in front, just look ahead and you will see what my eyes see and what you will see one day.
Your future.
I Love you.
