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 can only evoke as much consciousness that they are capable of gathering

After all, the slight words ignite the inflated reactions across a coalesced controversy

Yesterday’s apparition have shades of murkiness; an illusion unfolds uncontrollably


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