You don't see me, I see you

How long can you hold what is not yours, the sunset the clouds the Moon what can you promise me. Human I am, spiritual I belong you hold on to what is not given but you want to get. My canals listen they hear that of echoes echoes that sore crosses our universe, do you hear that can you hear that no I lay down and look into the atmosphere searching she for the unknown. Unbelievable catastrophe, worldwide descendants I will tell this until this again and again one heart does not beat for one, but for many shows of illusionist magicians. Can someone really tell does one's eyes be blinded with castings please mystical musics I fall I fall I never get up. It is not my words it is not my sayings, it is what been told. Is it true? One darkness is one's life to survival. How long do we wait for the unknown