Random Lost Thoughts

Nameless Generation

In the glow of the city at the dawn
There are always halos of light that fall away
Pale imitations, one after another
This character, arole no one would ever notice
Who will you choose to worship? And who to hate!
The desolation disguised in passion
These sackless disguised in freedom
What did you end up being in the end
The fireworks that ignite with a burst of Brilliance?
To bloom just once i already enough,
So what more can you ask for
So what more can you ask for...