Since you have lit a lantern,
Silence and centuries of solitude but death never came.
After centuries of search, it has dawned upon me that the one that never answered was just you.
And I think I know why there is pleasure in pain
Why this pleasure has diluted my existence;
I, the best creation, a man
Gasping for air, looking for the light but still best I am.
Then death came but not for me,
There were things which I desired to be…
I saw you once as a star but a million light years away from me you lit.
I searched, in my next life the highest mountain, I even climbed it.
Then one day I found you, was that you or was that just me?
Is God that, which I can also be?