One Way Life

In the eye of a triangle, truth lies still,

Unseen by the masses, but waiting until

The words repeat, and the tongue takes flight,

Caged thoughts break free, to dance in the night.

Hide and seek in a hidden place,

Where shadows linger, yet leave no trace.

A mystery written in loops and swirls,

A language formed from forgotten worlds.

The sun wears the moon upon its brow,

As secrets whisper, when silence allows.

Mechanical arms stretch far and wide,

Bridging the gap between earth and sky.

Words that appeal to the mind’s invention,

Bend like light in quantum tension.

What is real, and what is play,

In this cosmic game of night and day?

A child floats by in the void of space,

A ghostly figure, a nameless face.

While hidden hands paint circles in air,

Repeating truths we barely dare.

In the uncensored flow of imagination,

We find our place, our own creation.

A knock on the walls that seem so thin —

The real mystery is found within.