If the universe is knowing me
then where is the truth?

Do I find it from the eclipse 
of a hidden cosmos?

I do need to manifest 
my hidden identity into a reality.

And I do need a soul to believe in.

I want to stop being the silent star:
to shine back into a life my very own.

I am not blind sheep or a shephard
in this game of wolves and lions.

If soulless demons are roaming the cities
there so must be something more.

I am a finder. I am a seeker.

I am a witch.