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.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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