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Apr 2018
Let's imagine, you and I
Imagine a different reality.
One where everyone can fly
And our limits are our own mortality.

Where climbing up trees when you're 30
Didn't land you in mental hospitals.
And adults weren't afraid to get *****
And say, "Hey, I like the purple Skittles!"

But of course that future will never sing
Its song of blissful dread.
As long as capital gain is king
And society kills our head.

But still we can imagine,
A world of our wildest dreams.
"Just don't mistake dreams for passion."
At least that's what they told the regimes.
It makes me really sad when I see adults who don't know when they can be themselves. Society's poisonous grasp is strangling so many people.
Written by
Austin Mizelle  17/M/Where dreamers sleep
(17/M/Where dreamers sleep)   
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