They think about me...

Who am I?

 

Am I an open book,

Or a mere mythic story...

Am I a dramatic play...

Or just a single page of history...

 

Who am I?

 

They try to live through my life...

By flipping the pages of my past...

They try to penetrate through my mind..

But the more they try, the more I hide...

 

Because I...

Am a mystery...

 

A mystery no one can know..

The more they try to wipe off my existence..

The more in my magical world I, continue to grow...

 

And as I grow 

Stronger and stronger than ever before...

I evolve behind the invisible opaque door...

 

Because I...

Exist here alive...

As the mystery behind the scene...

And I can dissuade the world with my powers I have kept within...