the poet never knows what to say
an image to capture fades away
words can`t explain
why the mind strains
an idea to create, like a god reflected
though the image is perfect, it`s always rejected
your soul won`t allow it, beauty is flawed
yet we attempt to attain the eternal fraud
a prophet once said everything i say now
for every things been said some how
time is limitless, or so it seems
life is a jewel, though it rarely gleams
this thoughts seem distant, vague, obscure
but your knowledge is beyond mine, i`m sure
your mind is superior in every way
so you can see beyond today
tomorrows so distant it seems like a dream
of things to come and images to be seen
things never spoken, things never told
stories of legend, and tales of old
these things fade with time, decay with tomorrows never to be
so think as a prophet, speak as a poet, open your heart for the world to see