Nameless EchoesI built my life on hopes I never found, creation seems obsolete.Searching for recognition, I only felt isolated and incomplete.Always trying new things to feed my ambition, But it never relieves my condition.Should I follow new directions? Or give up?I found a letter slid under the door,Asking me a job I have never done before.Signed by a nameless enquirer,Echoing to my will to go further.I leave everything behind to search for the specified place.I don't know why I'm eager to settle down there?This time I don't feel it finishing in despair.Should I seize the opportunity? Acknowledgement finally.Inspiration flows through me, leading my movements unconsciously.Touched by grace of creation, I let ideas take form before me.I am devoted to this endeavour, becoming the slave of it. When I close my eyes, I see the lines of its final form.I can feel a new reality born of me as it transforms.Creator or creation, where am I?There are parts I never worked on.I can't recognize the mansion, rooms are switching on their own.Doors disappear and walls seem deformed, creation is the only way out.