_my Age Of Enlightenment Poem by Peya Jakob

My heart was blind to enlightment,
but it will now begin to clear,
alone, alone under earths firmament.
I can not cower from my fear.
My songs and loves mine alone,
and no one shares my dreams,
my aspirations and inspirations mine alone,
and no one will share my dreams.
Each passion and path i take alone,
oh i do not wish to share,
my heart has loves and i have grown,
to see humanity and never care.
My grave is what it should be,
a picture, as always, of nothing and me.