Sometimes I sit and wonder
About stuff I do not know
Like, what the earth was like a hundred years ago
Did cavemen ride on dinosaurs?
Did flowers even grow?
Did spiders rule the earth?
Were deserts filled with snow?
There were no books or humans
So how are we to know,
What the earth was like a hundred years ago.

We are the dreamers,
Bound together by fate,
With hearts of joy.

We are the dreamers,
The ones who are crazy enough,
As they all will say.

We are the dreamers,
Who will make a change,
They will call us strange.

We are the dreamers,
We are the unpretentious millennials,
Galvanized, united, and motivated.

There was once a little boy,
Who had the whole entire world.
Blinded by his rapacity,
He roamed the world,
Free.

You shine a light,
On a cold and lascivious world.
You are the altruist,
On the coldest of winters.
You are the begetter,
Of the greatest scheme of all.
To steal my heart.