If you are strong, you may be wrong.
I am a ninja shade with a lightening blade,
Weak like a water leak from a jug breach,
I can reach death itself with a hug
As equal. My kiss will never miss,
My strike will drive your soul
To the underworld. My goal is strife.
Mortal strife with the strong but silly.
Willy-nilly you’ll except my rules or die.
I’m a poison on the end of the needle.
If you try to resist you’d better not exist.
I am an eternal Eastern riddle.
And in the West I’m also the best.
I hide like a mouse in the house.
But my unlucky fate is just a fake.
In reality I’m a cat, chasing mice.
Don’t think twice, my advice –
Surrender for your own sake.
I return to life after years of meditation
In a lonely world, called planet X.
I can fix my situation in one word – remix.
I shall live my life anew from the start
With a new rhythm and old rimes.
The times have changed, but I’m a part
Of the universe and my force
Is flowing from above like love.
A space ranger can arrange a meeting
With an alien friend, who in the end
After greeting will turn out to be no stranger.
But a phantom of earthly origin
From the region of the ranger’s motherland.
Or a projection through the fifth dimension,
Astral plane, of his astral body and intention
To be a shade of his own mortal trade.