Treasure Island

Darcy Charles Inwood

Do Not Be-cease The Dreamers

By every second,
By every moment,
My life slips from my grasp.
What choice would I have?
What choice do I have?

How would one speak of expeirence,
Witnessed through false eyes,
How does one know anything?
How does one what is wrong or right?

Stop existing in darkness,
In deception,
In fear,
Fight back.
We are the dreamers,
We can,
We are.

Submitted: Tuesday, February 04, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, February 04, 2014
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