"A fair mistake, young child,
i was the one who climbed the sky and set fire in dark,
so that i could see when you come"
"but i was not here yet"
"And you didn't need to be"
"i walked through earth for many years and days,
i am dream material and, as much as it is true,
i was here much longer and before than any creature."
"you all are beings of my own creation,
and yet i'm a being of yours."
"everyone should know, the young and the old,
Creation is a paradox,
and i'm made of it,
for the matter we all are.
Young dreamer that climbs the walls of my kingdom,
look around and see
my walls are in the middle of reality
and such as it's true, my realm is just fantasy.
One day walking through earth,
no life walked in the dark, no form existed in the shadows.
He climbed the sky and on the shadows he put fire.
so when he walked down there were flames in sky,
and life could choose to prosper at night,
or at day.
So to see life and guide when the flames were less strong,
he left one of his eyes,
and that eye shined much more than the flames.
old is the man that seek water
to fill his old flesh,
and wisdom do not come with the age,
it comes for the time you lose yourself
in my dreams. And the wiser men
might never walk through this earth again,
lost at my realm,
incapable to see what they don't want,
even though they might miss the flames in the sky.
