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.