Dream

contradicting the American dream I live my life as a hermit seeing the world as a divided mirror that changes when I say.
This world says its ok to be weak!
The real world hisses at your fate like a snake
The rusted squeal of the old getting old
And the bold getting bolder...
Colder!
The selfish word as a child raised to be leave the world was born for him I will not be a slave to this world working everyday to live the leftovers
Hey you yeah lonely night children wait for your end your counterpart is just gleaming with the essence of life
                                                              Valentin suares