They Hold the Unfair Dreams

Children clutching the untruths most obediently A common scene through the passage of time Idle for a while, but life seems to spring uncontrollably It seems silly to believe that all the paths are trustworthy Vacant eyes absorb the melancholy, and smudged dreams with rough edges sully the white spaces For a while, just before the childhood says goodbye, there are other unjustified reasoning Man … Continue reading They Hold the Unfair Dreams