O What a Daze I have had.
My friend, listen closely.
For I have failed to Recognize.
The Paradigm that consumes me.
Yet to see the truth,
I closed my eyes.
To see the brightest light in darkness.
And discovered within,
A Constellation made in Heaven.
How I wish you could see it too!
It shows my inspirations
My failures
And most of all, my Originality.
Yet how can death be a star?
Death can be darkness surely, but can it be light?
For they must be one in the same, two halves of a whole!
To be so different yet intertwined, it is a star made by a true genius!
If you see it as dreadful, can I see it as beautiful?
O What a Daze I have had
My friend, listen closely
For I have failed to Recognize
The Paradigm that consumes me
Have you reached your final star, without knowing, you ever had a constellation?
What a tragedy that would be.
Even Shakespeare would cry in his grave.
Yet, you can stop his tear of sadness.
By embracing every star as your last.
So let worries of the next star be uplifted.
And do not gaze upon a star outside your constellation!
For it will make you forget your own.
O What a Daze I have had
My friend, listen closely
For I have failed to Recognize
The Paradigm that consumes me
The greatest weight a human can lift, is the one on his mind.
Without such forbearing, eternal gratitude breathes through he will find.
So be selfish and embrace the harvest of these fruits.
From star to star, let those chapters be praised.
For we will see our full constellation when we reach our last one.
So join me, my friend.
To see death as the beginning and not the end
So that you too may see your own,
Constellation.
