Impersonal becomes personal

Why should I start when I did not finished my thought?
When will it be more than it is for now?
Who is going to be there, next to my soul?
Right about now, just my own ego, an ancient scroll.
Above and beyond ground, right through the blue clouds
Filled with empathy, simpathy, sorrow and doubts.
Next to an forever earth guardial, smarald green dragon
Whose fire covers the negative thoughts of nothingless that has to happen...
Are you really here to care or just to read and stare?
For sure to sum and imagine a clear blue picture for what's real and dreamlike absolute nightmare
Just breathe...you're almost there...hear the train...nothing is in vain, just smile and wave to the air, but do not stare.