Of glittering jewels and Flights of Fancy

I am the son of oblivion, i watch as they pass from hand to and down the open pathway. Outside move and don't look back, I have known peace but for a brief moment and i open gates to worlds on a whim. I am both the world wind and the leaves. I enter the cave to find the riches, like 120 glittering jewels. I dance and fraternize with those who have come long before me to get a glimpse of what they know. You ask me who am I to do all of this and reply , it is not important of who i am, the better question is do you know who you are...remember to feel real...be in this world and not of it.

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