They say we are the lucky ones
Together as one in a new world
An age of illumination
Of a bright future and endless possibilities
But the cost we must pay
We are born into an empty world
Unromanticized ideas plague dreams
Twinkling stars are chemicals
Flying is a science and
Love is an "addiction"
Poetry is a system of words and rules
Under the cold rigid sky
Don't they see?
We don't live
We just survive
Broken innocence
Lost interest and
Comfort
Destroy us
But we are dead only when
We say
There is no more
At the end of the tunnel
Is only darkness
We are no longer hungry
And we are no longer foolish.
Author notes
A lot of different ideas that I think are kind of forced together...
Comments
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This is wonderful. I believe in those words. Well done!
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