For it is that, that makes me wonder.
Minds are racing, yet some so absent from reality.
Existence what is it; it's all the same. Stop. We live in our own perceptions
lacking the creativity that once was our nature, feeding off each other; wild animals we are.
Class; some glorious beings behold,
yet no one really understands what it means.
We are all here for the same purpose... the same, but all so different
so why is it that we mold into one form; rather a array of vibrant people
it all gets washed away-- dullness is what it has become.
The liveliness passes through another dimension, unreachable.
Shattered pieces shine through, giving hope to those who have lost it.
Those are pieces of potential; the rebirth of the society, the rebirth of me.
