The Dream


The Dream

Find it easy to get what you want

Look there kids running away with apples that they just took away

Does it seem as if people care

No they just ignore that with rolls of fog across acres of land

Ignorance to the one who thrives with grapes

As they fall to their graves

The ones with the dust get the blame.

As dust rises they become stronger

As the grapes ripen their fall is invertible

As the young become old

the weak become strong

strong become weak


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