Equation on impossible.
Solving riddles in a little scheme.
To evolve like
Pillow clouds into little things you see
Like mental freedom.
In a different dream.
My existence. Is a different beast.
Its a wish you well.
Masterpiece the people are envisioning...
From disaster. Much persuading
Needed to create
An image worth remembering.
Not by hate you will dimish me.
But isolation is the only hate
That withers me
And can ever really finish me
I hope I live on and created
A vision the world
Was picturing