A rock in a sea of pebbles,
freedom overthrown by rebels.
Living in a world that is our own,
Painted gold by traveling stone.
All that I own is my pig and my cart,
bringing out the forgotten art.
The silent words of an Artist’s cry,
Never heard by a passerby.
I only see what I wish to see,
drown out the world, this is key.
As the words of the silent begin to rest,
Civilization is put to the test.
And one day I awake to the sound of the bustling streets,
there was nothing left, where did they go?
I swear I heard a heartbeat... Must have only been my Imagination.