The temptation to be empty
Has tempted me

My devilish aims
Towards an end
Ends up in the end
Purifying me

As an escape artist
Escapes the void

Out of the glove of my hands
Into another me

But I am always full
Of whatever

Yet never fulfilling
Its drowning

Can I be myself
In the the light parade of the dark

So when I find my way out
I will know something

Not an old philosopher
with a beard to the ground
wearing a paper cut hat
burning when it's hot
yet doing nothing for you
when it's cold

My only longing
Is to know about love

wow very deep but could you explain the meaning

Hello, young poet, you are very talented, I hope you keep writing, your words won't grow, but your soul will, and might become the words(true inpiration). I think, you know, sometimes I don't know what the hell I'm writing about, I try to write without my head getting in the way. But I think I meant, there are many paths to truth, and sometimes when you've been in the dark for a long time, you're able to see light more.