The world is full of
Kings and Queens
Who blind your choices
And steal your dreams.
They put fake crowns
On our heads.
Soon all of these towns
Will be full of dread.
Shh…
Don’t move.
Everyone stay quiet.
No one play a tune.
No one write a poem.
No one sing a song.
No one do a dance.
But I won’t buy it.
Somewhere in this lonely world,
There has to be a sound.
Even in this science and math world,
There has to be some color.
Even if I am the last artist in the world,
I will do my part.
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 9:16 AM UTC
The world is full of
Kings and Queens
Who blind your choices
And steal your dreams.
They put fake crowns
On our heads.
Soon all of these towns
Will be full of dread.
Shh…
Don’t move.
Everyone stay quiet.
No one play a tune.
No one write a poem.
No one sing a song.
No one do a dance.
But I won’t buy it.
Somewhere in this lonely world,
There has to be a sound.
Even in this science and math world,
There has to be some color.
Even if I am the last artist in the world,
I will do my part.
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