The worlds we create with our dreams
The power of our own internal imaginations
We create our own worlds, but we choose to limit such power by calling it fantasy
Fantasy that is crafted by reality
Now, is such power is a feeling of gods?
Is such power the feelings of creationism?
No, it's the feeling of wonder
The wondering our thoughts gave us questions
The wonder in our heads create worlds
But what crafted wonder?
Is it a gift or something we gained by our own adaptation
Is it Human nature evolvement?
Human nature...?
Humans in a world of monsters
What's exactly is our true nature?
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Green Poems
PoetryThis is a collection to the poems I wrote Some are sad Some are cheerful Some are emotional Some are deep And some are heavy Some are dealt with topics that might be sensitive But all the poems are made with effort, passion, and with a message...
