Broken dreams have drifted, as the light flickers from the sun. The life we live and dream, is but a rare black rose, trying to become red, but everyone, even me, knows. Dreams are but a parable, inside of ourselves, we can't discern what is real, and what is fake.... Because the dreams that are broken, are usually our mistakes. DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NARUTO, NOR NARUTO SHIPPUDEN. PLEASE DON'T COPY THIS POEM, ITS AN ORIGINAL, CREATED BY ME.All Rights Reserved