Melancholy youth
Led by lucid dreams
          Strangers stare
          A fair hair woman with her shifted eyes
          Astranged from society within her own boundries
Foundations and disconnected communication,
humans are brutal yet innocently beautiful beings.
Contructed on intentions,
broken apart by actions.
          We wallow in this gene pool of superiority
           but what are we superior to?
Us weak beings, small on a scale of things
Standing tall on fear
Hustling each other for gain
Gain of what?
           When you die what will matter?
           Will it be the money you gained, the riches and fame
           Will the material that covers your rotting flesh give you comfort in death
Lucid dreams haunt my youth,
A predetermined future I fear
For when I die and lay to rest
It won't matter how much material I gained or wealth and success
All what matters is that I lived, loved and lost and tried my best