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This little world of mine…

What a miraculous world where our future is never defined, what a shining bright dream to which we turned our eyes blind.

A future taken for granted to be willed into being, no chaos could we have imagined what we’d be seeing…

is this what our ancestors faced during the Waring times? fear and despair coiling around them, where did they find the courage to stand,

And in the growing ashes the flaws of history became apparent we question our ways and champion what is fair, but cracks continue to spread as the facade begins to tear

no glorious state no dignified society, to the pits we all crawl into the abyss we all begin to fall

together they stood when faced with adversary, yet WE stand divided, isolated and alone, our hearts are connected in our solitude and desire, destiny is upon us if only together we could aspire

A tribute to the world that was to be, a promise to the world that you’ll all share with me.

The Child in us All

Sometimes its like were in a maze, hallways upon hallways of options and choice

Walking these paths alongside others connected without a distinctive voice

Do i interest you yet? have a i described a full of twists make-up and props extravagant spcript and set ?

Why not sit for awhile and read, ill tell you a story of a starry-eyed boy

full of wide eyed wonder and porcelain joy

intrepid in thought but burdened with the sin of pride

A heart shackled in feeling, a belief as free as the wind blew outside

This was just the beginning he said as images of the potential came flooding into his mind

a hope this would not become just another memory, a cruel dream for him to at night simply, rewind.