essence

When night becomes day
Things are different
Colours more vibrant
Situations become crystal clear
Like water in ones mind
And born is a gift
A gift so fragile
It must be guarded with ones life
But that one desperately wishes to give
To feel and to know
Is it real? Am i real?
Don't fill your heart with fantasy
When submission is your calling
Be true to your destiny
Or return
Dont waste time
Neither yours
Nor A/anyone elses
Time is of the essence
The essence is your gift

by Master Kiss