Flowing World Poem by Edi Miszti

In these enchanted blank spaces
I write about the world
and all its wonderful glory
how it has flown beyond my every imaginations

In this world of suprises
I find myself sometimes lost
lost in the frequent changes
the winds of change are continualy blowing
changing the truth
and the world

You sometimes lose control over the untangible
over your metamorfic mind
the seen is being confused with your thoughts
you try too recall the truth
but with all these changes
It often slips away,
away from reality
to madness
or even worse

You are part of this international flow
this perfectly schematized evolution

You are not day dreaming
if you cannot imagine this

Thus, the world changed
Flowers sought other forms
Beast have evolved
Creatures have died
others have risen from their graves
flowing through time
flowing through space
this world of ours
is currently ours to change

some decision are ours to take
we the flowing world that shakes

our generation will be soon surpassed

But not before we lay our signs
on our father and childrens earth
on the land they lived, on the land we are living on
and so one in this worlds changes