The beginning of the end of the beginnings end.

Mon, 08/22/2016 - 10:23 -- Ryman95

When the sky begins to fall, be ready to catch the stars.
For the beauty of it all, will lie within your heart.
An ever expanding reality created from the dark,
bursting out of imagination as light you must embark.
Some carry on without a glance, without a slight realization, recognition or idea of what has occurred.
Steadily concentrated on staying in formation with the herd.
Numb to the effects, better that way, to keep the questions at rest,
In order to assure that order is ensured.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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