The days when my fantasies played out before me
When blood and war were an adventure
When living in the woods
Seemed like the best answer
As we get closer
To this dream
I find myself thinking
Maybe what I was hoping for
Wasn't what I was wanted
A world
Cut off from other worlds
Full of dictatorship and cruelness
Now I rethink my choices
Maybe the days
Where fantasies played out before me
When blood and war
Were adventure
Maybe it was wrong to think
Maybe it was romanticized
And now I sit
In a world full of destruction
And I wonder
What to do now
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Fade
PoetryWe're all just fading away... drifting apart... never to see each other as a whole...
