We are spirits, simply floating through time
Searching for a purpose;
A beat and a rhyme
For these are our only sources of agony
Yet through destructive imagination, we have created more problems for us to endure
Why must we do this?
Minds so great, creating things so dark
Making life more difficult for all, not just us
Selfish intentions, greedy ambitions, and unfathomable destruction
This is the dream we have turned into reality
Paradise lost, for we are no longer looking
Perhaps one day we will gracefully pass through time once again
For now we must first find our footing
Never give up;
Never stop looking