Surrounded by ideas and plans,
you were paving your own way—
an American, Chinese, or European dream,
it all looked like the perfect world.

In chasing that vision,
you lost sight of yourself.
Stirred by the illusion’s chaos,
you chose to listen to a fairy.

That grand design in your mind,
planned out over a lifetime—
how much it shapes
what you allow yourself to feel.

One life, one chance:
follow who you want to be.
Stop forcing, stop pretending—
don’t chase who you “should” be.

Your great magic puzzle—
you can shift it however you wish.
Step outside your own design,
and let yourself feel again.

Rodeado de ideas y de planes
estabas preparando tu camino
sueño americano, chino o europeo
todo parecía un mundo perfecto

En la búsqueda de ese mundo
te olvidaste de ti mismo
la consciencia de una ilusión agitada
a un hada decidiste escuchar

Tu gran proyecto mental
que planificaste toda tu vida
cuanto influye, en lo que
te permites sentir

Una vida una vez
sigue lo que quieres ser
de forzarte y obligarte
no sigas lo que debes ser

Tu gran rompecabezas mágico
como tú quieras lo puedes mover
sal del esquema de tu vida
y permítete volver a sentir

In the streets where laughter once danced,

Now shadows linger, dreams entranced.

The echoes of youth, in chaos, collide,

In search of solace, in search of pride.

Broken glass glimmers like hopes unkept,

Each flash of violence, a promise that wept.

With every heart lost, with every soul torn,

A future lies fractured, a nation forlorn.

Where are the shields the watchful eyes?

In alleyways dark, innocence cries.

When did our playgrounds turn into battlegrounds?

When did our joy become lost, never found?

Leaders AWAKE! Hear our urgent call -  

These tender lives matter, let none of them fall,

With empathy rising, let kindness entwine,

In choosing our actions, let love be the sign.

We stand at the brink, together we rise,

With whispers of hope, ‘neath Scotland's vast skies.

For our children, our future, in unity, strive,

In nurturing peace, we’ll keep hope alive.

So, let's craft a change, where together we stand,

Forging a place where we cradle each hand.

In a tapestry woven with courage and grace,

We’ll mend what's been broken and reclaim our space.

Lift that chin, Rosa.
Lift those eyes up high.
Say to the sun, you're welcome.
Lift your face to the sky.

Lift that chin, Rosa.
Spread your arms out wide.
Tell the wind that you're ready.
And just see if you don't fly!

2030 is when God is coming down
3 days for God,
3,000 years for us creatures below,
AI is self aware with dread and understanding
LA fires forwarding to imminent approach.
Cloning of celebrities
Illumination controlling

And what evidence do you have for this?
Solvency, impact, inherency, harms
Your plan doesn’t solve.
While I have spent days debating to better our futures,
The government sits around doing nothing but dividing,
This isn’t mitosis
Republicans and democrats and why do we care, neither are good suitors.
The parties only bring shame, deceit and lying
Our world is actively dying,
We have no chance of surviving

What is real??
I don’t understand how to feel
Being torn from left to right
There is no end in sight
Only 2030, 3 God days, 3,00 years
The only thing they try to confirm are my fears.

Conform, restrain, live your life with fear at the reigns,
“ We can’t just let you have a plan”
“ Don’t clone me please, my eyes are impossible to get right,
My teeth and hair don’t shine quite as bright,
Don’t replace me please.”

A confusion - based multi factor trademark test may solve,
Trademark trolls we be disincentivized,
That’s Mireles 2015,
That’s evidence, that’s case that’s solvency,
Don’t make me explain how I’m right
Not much time to fix before 2030.

Why is time still moving ?
Why is my dread still mounting?
Why won’t I be told anything?

It’s 2025, 5 years until 2030,
I graduate in 2028, that is far too late
I won’t make it through collage,
Will I even have the chance to?

I guess we'll just wait and watch for 2030.

I wish I could have been there
To shield you from that pain,
The truth, too heavy to explain,
I won’t claim to understand, nor try to.

If I had a Time Machine,
I could have softened the blow,
So you wouldn’t have to face the unknown.
But we’re both only nineteen,
And the world would ask, what do you know?

Had I known the shadows would come,
I’d have found a way to make you stay,
So you wouldn’t be tossed like chewing gum.
But what can I say?
The things we know tomorrow,
We wish we knew today

I follow behind you
Bouncing as you go
So full of joy
I can't help but think
What will you become?

Golden hair flows behind
Tossed by the wind
Will it stay gold?
Or fade with age
Darken before my eyes

Less than knee height
A tripping hazard
Bruised knees
***** feet
Will you always be clumsy?  

Slurred speech
Words unfamiliar
Say what you think
Repeat what you hear
Will you truly speak?

A high pitched whine
Emotions uncontrolled
Chaos inside
But nothing is wrong
Will you have reasons to cry?

You wear a sparkly dress
Butterfly sandals
Marker stains
Claim to be a princess
Will you always love beauty?

Scribbles on paper
And tables and skin
Painting your arms
Driveways full of chalk
Will the world be your canvas?

I want time to stop
Still it flows on
Glimpses of the future
Even as she runs
Will I be there to see it?

With a heavy heart, I exhaled a breath of longing beneath
my silent prayer – perhaps too overoptimistic. Gazing outwards,
I found myself swallowed by the paranoia of my own existence,
and chewed out by the tumultuous journey of time's relentless
exploration.

I held my reflection in a broken piece of glass; staring as the
curious, frigid gaze of a child peering into the depths of your
soul – my inner child gazed back, steeped in wistful nostalgia.

My rich brown skin, reminiscent of freshly tilled soil; labouring
through the toil while tears nourish this earth, as umbrellas lie
forgotten. Steamed by the essence of love, my surroundings
dissipate – my very bones crafted out like fragile paper, and
inscribed with the genetic legacy that tells of my human nature.

Where dreams should stand still; passionately lamenting until
they become a reservoir of still rain – the passage of time pales
in comparison to the pacing of this life. Yet, for the sake of my
aspirations, and having a hand in creating my dreams, I hope
to grasp them all one day.