The Seeker

Oliver had a dream.

He dreamt that all made sense

Everything was very logical.

He dreamt of birds and butterflies

Of dimensions in a stern structure.

And time as the only truth

Mislead and blinded

By his logic

Caught in a labyrinth of time.

Neglecting speculations

Neglecting timeless existence.

Oh what a fool he is

Answers so near.

Understanding so far away

Oliver was so sure

That everything needs proof.

To be true Oliver thinks himself always right.

But what can his opinion change I am so small - he thinks.

But oliver when a small stone is thrown

Into a quiet lake.

The whole sea is moved

Oh oliver.

There are so many of your kind.

Too many of your kind