Alive are the Dreamers

Dreams are meant to be burned

in the flames of rebirth billowing

their masses for all of society 

to see. They seek an armor to 

protect their once proud entity 

and are kept alive by the canopy 

of individualism that keeps it whole.

So tonight, upon this midnight hue I

dream of a day where theres continued belief.

To become a writer for the people 

anongst a world that reigns in maddening 

opportunity and leering dread. 


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