In life we are alone.
Moving in and out of our daily routines.
Into a barren field, like leaves we are blown.
Sitting and waiting for the next great thing.
Seeing the world in Monotone.
Yet now the time has come about to bring
Our minds unto a diffrent plane.
Under no ones fist shall we cling.
Author notes
It's been a while since a wrote so i tried an acostic as it is one of the easier forms, lemme know what you think. Thanks.
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