When our eyes bleed from dirt,
We vision of gold in our third eye...
When we get close to its touch,
A sensation covers our heart.
...
Pools covered in models
That are made of plastic and jewels.
Houses that stretches a lifetime.
Rolls Royce's in our garages...
...
The dream of becoming the world's biggest Idol,
Lies in our existence...
It will never lie to our minds,
But it can be corrupted.
Speak of hope,
And not of it when it is lost.
Remember,
Dreams are meant to be a goal,
Not a soft memory of temporary euphoria.
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Haruka Toku Ni
PoetryThis poetry collection is dedicated towards those who're going through internal hardships. When the feelings of wanting to depart grow too strong. If you wish to bathe in serenity, this is for you.
