The Silent Giant

It's funny - nothing seems to rhyme. I'n at the rainbow's end in black and white. Pyschosomatic ecstacy and frustration In perfect harmony. What if nothing comes from nothing? Where does it begin, where does it end? The silent giant comes alive. His cry for freedom fills the sky. Oppressed emotions overflow. It's time for changes - it's time to grow... Into eternity. Which part of me survives remains to be seen. The riddler sighs - the joker cries, Both lost in whereabouts and non-related whys. If nothing comes from nothing, well then; Where is when and when is now? The silent giant comes alive. His cry for freedom fills the sky. Oppressed emotions overflow To the point of no escape. He knows - he knows...