The world around begins to show all the things everyone wants. Now there is nothing left now but the figments of what's wanted. The dreams of reality slowly sink in as the turn tables spin with chances for nothing.
One can turn and see the buildings of the ones who think they are the power and the thing needed in the world. The empire can grow and grow and sink only when others finally see why they were blinded and made to become mad man's in the first place.
One can see up and finally discover everything everyone else sees and when one sees down and feels the things beneath the feet that should not feel different. As time consumed the blindness reached out to everyone and then their became no more challenges.
The world around has differentiated itself so much from what was once the thing of what we once where.
One can no longer feel things now as they stand alone in the sea of the crowd and feel more rejected things as new building tower over what doesn't needed to be towered. Can anyone empathize with the worlds new anarchy?
"Wishing for Blurs," is the ever distant voice in the head of reflecting the unwanted past and why it is now so.
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Wishing for the Unforeseen
PoetryNo matter what's thought, poetry makes people think and thinking does something. It creates new horizons for anybody who just listens to the fluttering wings of thoughts. The thumping, and the feeling of the amazing. The wondrous flight of the new w...
