A little boy once dreamt:
houses made of chocolate,
and the skies low enough to reach.
The chocolate hard, once melted in its liquid,
ready for our dry lips to taste.
The skies low, to see what's beyond us,
mars covered in candy, a beautiful atmosphere, everlasting.
And the little boy also dreamt,
life without pain,
and the world to love and like -
no beings muddleheaded,
no dying without reason,
no opprobrious souls...
a life for each and every one of us to live peacefully,
hand in hand.
Like a raging storm humanity cry's
thunderous rain which pour from eyes
.....puddles of the muddleheaded
time long forgotten as memory shedded
scanning the heavens for "where art thou?"
solemnly bent knees pressed to the ground
rivers flow brash with polluted trash
while others try vainly in their dash
salt of the earth still full of fire
strength of will,faithfully aspire
A thousand years,contained in a single tear
a million equivelant to a single event
order out of chao's,our apparent loss
as embryonic falls back into chaotic
The credible is only edible,when
it's being fed from another source
like swiss cheese,all thought's become pourous...
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