I dream of a world, So reachable.
Time passed by, reality kicks in.
What do you think happened
to the dream I'm dreaming ?

What crazy world are we living in?
guns everywhere,
killing anywhere,
Change? Is it really coming?

I met few good people,
or Pretending to be one.
What's so true about this world?
Is it really worth living in?

A teacher loves others more than herself.
I'd rather be the book on the shelf.
Dusty and Unread
Instead.

Some say the Hero came first,
others say the Poet.

I perused again the olden verse,
sure enough; the poet.

A hero and a poet are
always, 'side-by-side.'

How else might we know it,
-without the forlorn scribe?

Dark is the night, by the light of day

Harsh are the words, which some people say

Grievous the malaise, which we often feel

Deep are the wounds, of a hurt that won’t heal

Lasting the wrong, to whom it is done

Fleeting the moment, when praises are won

Tragic the loss, of someone we love

Empty the feeling, when they are thought of
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I feel my heart beating again
The world is collapsing
There's no way out but drown
Until I realized there is an up to this down

I feel something changing,
Something writhing
It's my soul black and dead
Ignited anew by a flame instead

Changing as I change
Feeling as I feel
I am no longer the leaf
Destined to fall

There is purpose to my growth
Reason to my being
I am one of many sisters, brothers
Surrounded by others

Not held down
But kept up
They are not the similar current
So I accept something different

I am the sun
Ready to shine
Upon the leaves
That kept me so safe