This way of thought, so lost with ease. This feeling concept, how can I breath? As this sun does set and rise, brings forth glimmers and rays of hope. But alas, for they are what they seem, invisible to the touch, just for my dreams. Perfect world in harmony, where is this happiness man does seek? Is it just a chase to thrill or will one day, life be fufilled? Hope, thy enemy of mine. Seeks but to destroy. Ironic word it truely is. Employs your heart and mind. Disapointing shadow cast, where is this God of mine? Somewhere Laughing, he must be, to let an angel destroy itself from over sleep.
