What Am I ?

Traveled through time,

Not to pick the dime,

But to only tell a story,

Will it make thy glory ? 

If only one listens, 

It's not imaginary, 

For everything I say, 

Is just a matter of probability. 


Pick up your ignorance,

Shatter all the innocence,

But it's wrong to do so,

So, keep being childish,

Because you shouldn't be limited, 

Take all my spindles away from your dreams,

I'm sorry I didn't listen to your pleas. 


Just because I'm non-existent, 

Doesn't stop the polarity, 

Each step forward,

Is a step towards a happening,

For in each interconnection,

Is the spindle that connects within thy's being. 


This poem is about: 
Our world


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