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Dreamers of the 21st Century
We dreamers of the 21st century
Are only beholden to reality's law.
We travel in our diamond carriages; tortured
By the audible massacre of the crow's caw.
The open sweaty and distorted palms give hope
To the empty spaces that crowd out closets;
Fading all daydreams to a neutral grey
Until we few are nothing but eternity's pet.
They may call us broken; willfully unhinged.
Doors that open for the written fantasies;
Myths of a world whose legends linger
Amongst the torn pages of prophecy.
We live in a world where love lost
Is as certain as dew on morning grass.
But our own quests are ours; untouchable.
Our epitaphs of epiphanies as seasons pass.
So you dreamers like me, don't loathe
The lethargic routines of the ignorant.
No spoils can break the bonds of imagination.
As centuries fade, all stories will be different.
