Cracks In the Earth

I’ve come to accept the fact that I’ll never feel The wind or sun on my skin again; these wounds won’t heal Death creeping ever slowly around the corner Life and Death; dreams are the dividing border Try and make them come true; Make the sky green instead of blue Imagine yourself as king of the world Without dreams and aspirations, we will all die through exasperations To make ourselves fit in instead of stand out; If we are just wading through the pool of life Then why have free will?