Look inside of you,
for the things you know,
will never alter the view,
from someone outside.
Change only for a few,
a few few, and,
when you realise,
you’ll have a completely new,
view from inside.
Chiseled in me,
are the things you once were,
no numbers and no truth,
in a physical word,
I hoped the changed appear,
but it never came,
fool of me to think,
we would ever be the same.
But in the end I know,
the memories I keep,
were an ecstasy of time,
a superior feel of you,
so deep inside my mind.
I have time to see,
what you will become,
now apart from me,
but still,
you, the moment of no one.
the MONSTRUKTOR