Drenched in a haze of complete hopelessness creating a world before my eyes.
As each word fixates me, calmly elevates me past burdens in my mind.
I'm talking about easy living.
Where the green comes from the darkest corners of our dreams.
Ones where we're rich in the glow of his story, but time brings no mercy to those who don't make a choice, unable to hear.
the voices of their successors and dreamers calling out with prayers I ask if there is a reason for it all.
But I need to be honest.
I know you're a person
You know. that I'm one too.
But as people, oftentimes. we are selfish.
I need to. be honest.
The time on this earth isn't what it used to be.
Connections with our ancestors have become thinner, so. thin. We don't have what we once had.
What. we once craved as a people.
Our education, our security, our pride, our rights.
I need to be honest
