sometimes,

i dream that the meaningless, cycle of images,

Daring,

was put there for a purpose.

Rising,

as our minds and bodies developed.

Embarking,

we flew, our eyes lit with stars.

Anticipating,

as we found our passions, but

Melting,

when the world could not match our inferno.

Improving,

when there was nothing left but the ashes of our desires.

Navigating,

through the trials and tribulations of our hardships, and

Growing,

to learn to change what we thought was true, but unwilling to give up hope on a better future,

as if we were created to do more than what was accepted, known, identified, exemplified and created.

...but then again, i may just be

dreaming.