Our Present

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I vividly saw the quadrants, the holes, the pranks, the help, the noises, the struggle of defenseless others,

so thrilled to be alive inside of the volcano, there’s motion, there’s static,

unappreciated voices, roaming these endless trails, drifting from air to air, like a balloon with no meaning,

but a wild dream will soon erase all these insufficient causes, technology is a way of life, a way to be, a way to act, and a way to breathe,

generations will soon replace the treasured thinking, with corruption, as one forgets what real life as a beginner was,

one will sprawl, sprawl, and sprawl as a sack of potatoes with besieged vision, avail has been conquered, but in such we will be brought down,

the freedom we see in every door, in every side to every miracle is forever tainted with blood,

to memorize, once shall not forget, for pain has caused evolution, this terror is masked by pure intelligence,

teenagers walk side by side, learning the ways of the world, behaving as it is appeared, to be taken upon a household’s duty to manage them,

no year, no century will change such hormones teens will receive, the pains, the happiness, the falls, the confidence, the loyalty, are all part of development,

hypnotic drugs are all essential to this life of stained people, people so drenched in insanity or so called “sanity” will prevail,

only to find their-own selves lost in anxiety, with no help to collect, there are more shadows to fight than light to obtain,

but staying strong has seemed to ace this test, for the confidence and endurance is the leaf to the tree,

to breathe is to take hold of knowledge so broad and unashamed, the qualities of this generation are beginning to spread.

Reviews

[Justin Littlefield]

Really like this. Very powerful.

[lulu]

Thank you Justin!