Moment of truth, a snap a crackle.
Something within just brust like a bubble.
Electrified by your field of visions.
Exemplary views of hues and friction.
You are mine, I am yours.
Feels so good, this complex fort.
What can I do, to make you understand?
Never had the knack for talking through.
I just love to write. I just want to be.
So hold me tight,
because we go for it.
Not afraid. Not anymore.
Nothing can hold me back no more!
I am the shadow, I am the light.
Together they form the perfect rhyme.
The Mystical Poet 