For I Was The Mystical Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

For I Was The Mystical

For in the farside of the mystical,
You are borned, intended,
You are your own ruler,
The one intending to rule for yourself,

The wind, the sun, the world are all mystical,
The one universe you hold at nights,

And walked another mystical road in the mornings,
For your own freedom and mystical stroll,

On this ancient modern world,
You are in love with,
And you will be finding it hard to leave,

Without saying goodbye to the mothers,
Sisters, siblings, teachers,

Time's encapsulate capture,
Of the man you were walking in this ancient pastures,
The mythical home in your mystical world.

Land of faith,
Land of vicissitude,
Land of change and transformation,

Bible and oracles,
Sphinx and riddles,

Sorrow and pain,
But the wound it didn't stop here,

It continues until the dissuading world was far from remembrance,
Stopped by the silent tracks of the stars.