lost in a world of cries and commotions
disregarding dreams and fantasies
the sun and moon in constant battle
yet, what do they do
to the one who loves both?
the wildflower may bloom
in the light
but, it vitalizes
in the dark
the battle continues
this prolonged war
creating a schism
between all that is not the same
realism becomes rules
imagination is insanity
there is no longer any harmony
minds become drowned
as peace disappears
and, tranquility no longer exists