I am lost in the middle of a thousand nations hidden in the crowd of a million citizens. Making there way around the world. Making a name just to say. That all of this will someday turn out okay. Hey We are a travelin city lost in the souls of our people. We all look different but behind the masks we are all on the same page. Playing this never ending game. Life i think its am mirage. Hiding the faces of wretchedness. Were like a travelin soldier fighting for what we believe. Fighting for what the eyes receive. Maybe theres hope in the craters of the moon. Maybe theres a star out there shining bright keeping us alive. This our source this is our mirage. This is the ride to take us away to freedom. Some screeming loud in the crowd. It's time to be proud of our brothers helping hands. Battling in the desert sand. We live each die like its never gonna end. But by the end of the day we find that it still hasn't begun.
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Short Story / Fantasy
Poem / Young Adult
Short Story / Science Fiction
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