Ι read once
that a man creates his own God for himself
his own heaven
and his own hell.
And I do believe it's true
although he soon forgets it .
He walks too deep into it
becoming so attached to his world
believing he is in the eye of the tornado
a prisoner of the chaos around him.
But if only one could truly see
not through the eyes of faded memories
but through the touch of his creation
he'd found himself spinning
-not drifting
Spinning around in chaotic circles
For he is the tornado itself .
And the only way to master its chaos
is to dance with it.
[My first attempt in composing an english poem. Still not sure why it came out that way , but I am working on its greek version , so stay tuned people !]
that a man creates his own God for himself
his own heaven
and his own hell.
And I do believe it's true
although he soon forgets it .
He walks too deep into it
becoming so attached to his world
believing he is in the eye of the tornado
a prisoner of the chaos around him.
But if only one could truly see
not through the eyes of faded memories
but through the touch of his creation
he'd found himself spinning
-not drifting
Spinning around in chaotic circles
For he is the tornado itself .
And the only way to master its chaos
is to dance with it.
[My first attempt in composing an english poem. Still not sure why it came out that way , but I am working on its greek version , so stay tuned people !]
