A mysterious mystical seer of both insanity and practical judgement, I touch all the realities and then none at all. A foolish clown but wise in silence, I bring comfusement and joy to all who behold. All my stories are untold, all my truths are unheld. My main focuses in life being the justice I will to prevail. A well wisher in the days alone, sitting at home rolling around in my head dome. The domain in which I revel, holds a tear to which I am benevolent. So queer the question that aspires my own triviality as internal demons of the dusk ponder in the background. I question still of the dawn, and ask if the dawn will ever come. But all I can hear is the sound, of an old fellow who had come and gone. But I could be wrong.