Jonathan Dufour

We are all whole worlds within ourselves

We know not the winds that guide our sails

We know not the maps that trace our trails

We know not a thing about the self

Are we the men with childish hearts

Will we be the ones who choose to part

Were we born as evil from the start?

Could evil men create such art?

Melodies emitted from human souls

Marvelous visions that paint strokes stole

An actor who's perfect in his role

An author's masterpiece in parchement roll

The secrets of people are in their minds

Enprisoned, hidden and confined

To let them out would be sublime

They'll be set free in the end of time

Men who make the most of mortality

Live life to the fullest, find death quickly

But they have their stories that linger on

And so the world that person lived in will carry on