My writing hand's a bridge between my mind and yours,
it enables me to close and open non-excisting doors.
Here is a gate to other worlds, our world is not alone
but you can only enter these if you make them your own.
My writing hand can ignite a fire in your mind
illuminating memories that you have left behind,
a choir inside a drop of water falling from the sky
which silently sings a song from the past;
a forgotten lullaby.
You can watch me live and die,
just by using the letter I.
Hello is goodbye, the truth is a lie;
there are no boundries, so please, let us fly.
Don't mourn for the past or long for tomorrow
the present is yours, don't drown it in sorrow.
Just take what you need, make yourself believe
with two eyes you read, with the third you receive.
-Sindri.
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