you see me, but you don't.
you hear me, but you hear what i want you to hear.
you touch me, but your scenses are blind to me
and some where you truely know me, but to know me is to die.
you try to place me with others, grouping me, but i'm ungroupable.

i am rage, to hot to touch, but cool enough to understand.
i am hated, but not feared.
i show mercy.
" should i?"
you be the jugde, but write the vertic in the sky.
because that's where i'll be.
flying flying ever so high.
never to touch ground, but maybe for a minute,
because in the air i am at peace.

some say what i am.
well what they think i am.
but i know who i am.
and what, but never where, or why,
and as for when
the only truely good answer is forever.