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?
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