There was a time
when the world was a beautiful lie
a hope that we could all see each other
as a fellow human being
and that was a dutiful lie
a creator's vision of a peaceful star
that we human beings could breathe on
and an undying will that we could live on
A dreamer's will is naught, but forsaken
a splendor of this world, my wings of freedom
a brilliant light, shining down on the dark
a blot in the purest essence of mankind
and a freedom, a liberation from war
an internal war, a battle among my selves
a wisdom, like a gorgeous quill inking the world
a story to tell, or maybe to rewrite this world
A world where all events shall be fated
according to my will, and an ark I will sail on
voyaging through the seven seas, strange as they are
an odyssey to figure out who we truly are
an adventure, a journey, a transition through time
and the wild depths of the unknown, now rise
the ghosts of everything shall call out my name
and dance by the graves of history and time
Do not despair, for my dream is the world
a wild land across the open seas, unexplored
as I lie on this ark, under an immovable sun
I witness a thousand timelines fly across the sky
a thousand dreams, a thousand lives, yet now
I wield the quill of life, a story of solely mine
as I walk ever so merrily on the soup of life
I will rewrite this world, under the calm blue sky
So let us be dreamers, wandering into the sunset
and let us be thinkers, pondering until the sun sets
a story everlasting, a story neverending
and let us be together until our happy ending
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