I don't know what inspired me to write this but somehting overcame me and this is what came out. There's no real rhyme scheme but I find beauty in the imagery and the way the words roll off the tongue and come together to sound beautiful but thats just me. no title for this just read and come up with your own interpretation and tell me how it is!!!





Was it all a good dream when you first found love?
Was it all a good dream when you first had fun?
What is the dream?
What is the nightmare?

The room, clad in gold,
24 stories
Neverending stairs
Leading to pending death
or unnerving victory....
Rooms filled with life....
the bubbly liquid splashes into the glass..
Rich fake smiles....
how can they live knowing their lives are full of dread?

The man stands in the cold in front of the building...
the lives of these people make him sad...

soulless faces....
What happened to make them dead to the world?
music fills their ears as they walk down the street....
drowning out reality and slipping into a deep sleep inside theirselves....
When will they wake up?
They move in the same materialistic patterns....
Following the world...
Are they brainwashed?
Lost from reality....
Or is it reality?

Entertainment all around...
It promises happiness....
They go and lose themself in the plots.
Then go back to their patternistic lives..

How can they be?
These soulless people
Some living in boredom
Some putting on a show for financial gain....

It makes one glad....
It makes one feel unique to the world...

I am unique.....
is it in every man's mind to feel like they will be something?

How can one live without feeling like they have left a mark on society?

The crowd cried out...
Inside they screamed for help
The crowd cried out....
Outside they found themselves lost in material remains...
The crowd cried out....
I need somewhere to hang my hat, to rest my feet, and relax...
The crowd cried out....
This city is full of dreams that are lost in a whirlwind of false...
The crowd cried out...
Continously, searching for the redeeming factor to save their souls...
The crowd cried out....
content faces that tell about their hatred for their lives...
The crowd cried out, wanting to see the show tonight...
Entertainment...
There will be a show...
featuring the daring acts of the daredevils....
attractive people, dazzling lights..
blooming into a climax of beauty...

The crowd cried out, wanting to see the show tonight.
unknowing that they are the show.
and they are eachother's audience.....


Rolling off the tongue....
Rolling off the tongue....
Remember when we were young?
"I want to be a police man."
"I want to be an astronaut."
The young dream big and the world brings them down....
Loss of confidence....
age affects you.....
When reality hits, and your red bike is gone, where do you turn?
Following your childhood dreams of fame?
no more.
Following dreams of mediocre success....
The future seems bleek for those who make it bleek....


Come with me to the castle....
There will be food....
and no one will go without a meal...
said the man of broken promises...
Working his way into another helpless soul...
Desperate, she falls for the promise...

Sad story.

It happens everyday.

It's very good.  I enjoyed it.

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reminds me of 'the hollow men'

Interesting read. My favorite line was "When reality hits, and your red bike is gone, where do you turn?" Where do you turn? What do you do? This is a question that many struggle with. A question that's led, in the world, to both creation and destructuion.

Seth