to play...life like it`s a game, of addiction to rise up your name
to know...more then, the mythical god and the fairy used to know...
to need friends with whom together a mighty heart will grow
to realize...you can`t dream with open eyes because of self you, instead...
to ride through all that is meant to stop u for that`s all in your head
to see...beyond the vastness of this mythical lands and eyes of birds...
to feel...something you can`t explain with the color of the words...
to speak...a single word that flies faster that light`s release...
to hear...the yell of quietness bounded by a moment of peace...
to drink...a glass of pleasure that was meant to give us life...
to call yourself a winner without touching the handle of knife
to dance...slowly and side by side with waves of sound like one part...
to unlight the path of your choice with the beat of your heart
to create...a world surrounded with transcript of your thought...
to enjoy seeing a foreign smile and smile back a round shot
to build a place called home where you`ll be able to live forever
to fail to find this word in your dictionary and take the path of clever
to jump back and forth through time with no regret but joy you should .
to reach...a point beyond, where the rest of humanity ever could.






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