Long ago, something i can't recall,
The world was kind and far from cruel,
Now sadness has a way of getting everywhere,
Under rocks, in your heart...even in your hair.

But far back, i remember something,
something challenged and unexplained,
A dream of a free world unable to be tamed.

But now as i watch the clouds float by,
another day becomes painful and dry,
as the heaven once more close their eyes,
The dream scornfully chokes and dies.

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don't ask, this was like a two second thing... if you don't get it... this is what it means, basically.... when i was younger the world was a far better place than it is now, so it's like a dream, a fantasy of longing for it to be normal again ^^ random!
(c) photo and short mini poem thing,- me