sometimes,
i dream that the meaningless, cycle of images,
Daring,
was put there for a purpose.
Rising,
as our minds and bodies developed.
Embarking,
we flew, our eyes lit with stars.
Anticipating,
as we found our passions, but
Melting,
when the world could not match our inferno.
Improving,
when there was nothing left but the ashes of our desires.
Navigating,
through the trials and tribulations of our hardships, and
Growing,
to learn to change what we thought was true, but unwilling to give up hope on a better future,
as if we were created to do more than what was accepted, known, identified, exemplified and created.
...but then again, i may just be
dreaming.
Dec 18, 2024
Dec 18, 2024 at 3:45 AM UTC
sometimes,
i dream that the meaningless, cycle of images,
Daring,
was put there for a purpose.
Rising,
as our minds and bodies developed.
Embarking,
we flew, our eyes lit with stars.
Anticipating,
as we found our passions, but
Melting,
when the world could not match our inferno.
Improving,
when there was nothing left but the ashes of our desires.
Navigating,
through the trials and tribulations of our hardships, and
Growing,
to learn to change what we thought was true, but unwilling to give up hope on a better future,
as if we were created to do more than what was accepted, known, identified, exemplified and created.
...but then again, i may just be
dreaming.
...my glorified acrostic poem...