Many people walk on this earth with ambition in their eyes.
A destination that they want to reach before their life dies.
But is the ambition real is what the question is?
What if nothing is real the way we perceive it?
What if white is black and black is white while grey,
just tries to find it's place it's whole life?
Falling stars are an illusion.
Fallen stars their past victims.
The ones that take every blow
and keep standing.
Many people walk on this earth with sorrow in their eyes
and regret in their lives.
They are the stars that have fallen from heaven.
They are the ones that that burn themselves to bright-ten
our ways of living.
The ones that show light in darkness.
Falling stars are an illusion.
Fallen stars are their past victims.
Stars encrusted in the night sky tell our future,
while fallen stars create our future.
They are no heroes.
But they are the ones destined to make a dent.
A dent that will bring change.
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General FictionVery few people in this world have the courage to do what is right,very few people in this world have the courage to fight against all odds, very few people in this world understand the true meaning of love, very few people in this world have the co...
