Not a poem, not a story.
Chaotic words
And lines following them.
(1) Pinnacle of dreams

The pinnacle of dreams is elusive, Yet, time to time I search the world- An unearthly pain is felt in the heart, Poetry loses, reality returns- As I remain silent after waking up on my dream.
(2) Human

Excellence belongs to you, human! A strange creature wandering in the middle of nature, Destruction and creation are your companions.
Yet why do you rejoice in destruction, Are you a worshiper of light or darkness, O human? Tell me.
(3) Words

There are words in the books, -words in the minds.
I dream of such an everlasting dream, When words will only CREATE, Then words will go home with me, And then words will be good.
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