If everything fades away.
What's the point of living today?
If everything we work so hard for,
is just lost so someone else can get more.

When life get's you down off your drug,
Just give it another click enjoy the pugs.
If all we have will soon fade,
Then let it all live on for the pain.

The man pulled into the driveway, just returning home with a brand new pair of penny loafers. He was ecstatic to wear them and show them off during a fine stroll when he found the time. He climbed out of the car and jogged to the front door, a very clear hop in his step. He placed the key in the know and turned. He then proceeded to head inside. He could wait no longer. He made his way to the dining room table and sat down in one of the chairs. He held the shoe box in his hand for a brief moment, eyes closed. He felt the smooth cardboard, the fresh smell. It was overwhelming. He opened his eyes again, and opened the box. There they were. His destiny, staring back at him. He took off his old shoes and slipped on the loafers. For a second, all was fine. But then, a realization hit him. His eyes went wide. He couldn't believe it. Wouldn't believe. And yet, it was so apparent. What is it, you wonder? Well, it was this: his loafers were one size too big. He thought to himself, "This isn't possible. I checked at the store. These were my size." He became frantic. He screamed, clawing at the air, begging for the gods above to give him mercy. He could accept many hardships in life but this, he couldn't bear this. He began to foam at the mouth, his screams and moans getting increasingly loud. Until, suddenly, the noises ceased. If anyone were to enter that house, they would see a man lying their on the floor, mouth and eyes open, wearing those pair of ****** loafers.

In a world of goblins, orcs and the likes there lived a hero. This hero was a person of peasant blood and a friend to the weak. Every day the people of his little village would go to him for help. The hero would never turn them away, and always solved their problems. However, the day came for them to ask of a task too large. The hero was sent out to fight a battalion of goblins, orcs and trolls. This battalion was well known for being the most ruthless and devastating in all the land. Everywhere they went they left a trail of destruction and despair. But the hero being bound by honor went to confront them head on. He sliced through the goblins with his expertly crafted sword. He pierce the flesh of the orcs with the precise shots of his bow. It was truly a sight to see, one man taking on an army. But much to the villagers dismay, by the time he got to the trolls, his quiver was empty and his sword had broke. He still took them on with his bare fists. As if possessed by a beast, the hero tore through lines of the battalion slaughtering all in his path. None stood a chance until he reached the one who lead the battalion of death. Without saying a word, the hero grabbed the leader by the neck and lifted him off the ground. Squirming in his iron grip, the leader begged and pleaded for his life to be spared. The hero contemplated this for a time but the leader had tricked him, he pulled his dagger from his sleeve and stabbed the hero. The hero succeeded in saving the village that day, and that's why we're left with you. The son of a hero who gave his own life to save his people. The fate of the village left in the gauntlets of his son prodigy. there's only one problem with that: you don't know how to be a hero. You can't fight, in fact, you can barely pick up a sword. The mere chance that you would've failed to get even one of your fathers traits is amazing. With you being the best "hero" we've got left, you're being sent to a larger city to train. The shining city of Miridas, a cultural capitol and center of innovation. There you will me the man who will cultivate your potential and temper your skills. That is, if you have any skills. You leave tomorrow at dawn, to start your new life.

I watch the young couple doing their dance
All the while a business man loses his chance
He thinks to himself, "What if I could be-
the one  loving behind the tree?"

The young couples dance comes to an end
The business man notices the trend
He says to himself, "If we see what's to be-
then can we profit off others misery?

The old friends leave behind their lives
To pick up a new kind of jive
The business man says, now old and gray,
"What if they all had a chance to say their say?"

He looks back in pain at the love he left
"What have I done, I've committed theft.
Taken all of which the young people need.
If only i had what's now inside of me."

The old man lies in his bed dreaming of a better year
Although they lived life in fear
They never gave in to the lies we live.

Isn't life just like a comedy routine?       you put on a face for the public?

or do you let it       All fall down and let them see      what you are?

if you Might let them         inside Do you keep it there     should You let It continue?

would you shout "Not me, i'm the face of Genius"                and keep the      sherade's going?

is it all the same          as Calling for           help when it'll         never come?

           Are we       Lying to ourselves or is it just a     Lame excuse          For    another form Of           escapism?


is it Really           all that much different          than Hating yourself      

for Everything that is          out of Life's reach?
                    is life          just a         dreamers Playground?

Each day, when you wake
Do you loosen your chains?
Do you run to the meadows
And Dance in the rain?
Or do you stay trapped,
in a cage, in restraints
One with the phone you're a slave to each day

In a world where the old is the same as the new,
Is there even a difference between me and you?
Could we tell the false apart from the true?
Should we leave messages riddled with clues?