In the Woods...

Seek within your own kind of depths,
and tell me the tales of what thousand lies.
Yet, I have withered, but Ive grown again,
and designs my own blackness to judge.
For as we all are aware of this suffering pain,
it drowns in this planets mortality.

Grand changing cosmos offers to man in itself,
myths greater than those unexplored.
If the light will seem as dark as the day,
even though my dreams were laid down for ashes,
and the fates never were stated, nor told.
Even then I will allow myself the treasures
of existence...

Related with my own balance of knowledge.
I am divined from the pain and the pleasure,
which has been gained from...
all thoughts and memories (from thoughts and memories
obscured).
As I feel the Divinity of wisdom,
float inside the veins.
I am me. Master, but not divine