With knowledge
comes power
A dropp of rain travels
before it ceases
to be a dropp
Glass shatters
in shards
bounces and breaks
into pieces
only to take flight
until it's pattern
is complete
Aware
of every designated path
my mind
connects the dots with it's
invisible pen
Now
having no need
for the pen
nor thought
of which dot
comes next
Dodging the bullet
without breaking
a sweat
Noticing
the illusion
being
within
the illusion
Yet
at the same time
using
the knowledge
of the illusion
to my advantage
Aware
yet
unaware
of why
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem