First Journey

A shadow over land,
endured,
dense and deep,
floting on the black river,
of marble

There was no moment,
no begining,
no dream,
when reality drifted
over night...
nobody knew that!

Out there were shapes,
different kind,
none was defined,
or ever will be,
otherwise...
But still,
transforming.

All the questions,
all minds,
were set to exist,
but were not predefined
with care.
Were just a manifest
of free will,
because of the same reason,
we do exist.

And then the journey
had started.