The World

The house of land and dreams
Have its many wanted gestures
We are all but savage distained reckless fools
Responsible for these possible acts of mindlessness
Upon these times I think on shelters dorm
No matter the plan conclude such waste
Time has left forever more for none establishment
People do start to become distracted within societies impediments
What shall become of us all?
In my thoughts as a gift without any words to speak, I do think
These lands and dreams
An idea of sense now bound and hung


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