Purity is gone,
It’s now all tainted.
The innocence of a newborn,
With games and motives now painted.
The past has departed,
Leaving us in awe of the present.
But here’s where wars have started,
And all that’s left now is hope buried in cement.
What have we done?
Where have we gone?
What will we outrun,
When it’s already past dawn?
Heya wonderful ones!
I come to you with another rant-y piece of mine, brimmed up with questions and wonders.
Seriously though, look at us; we’ve come so far from the past, and yet, not everything we do has changed for the better. There are people out there who bleed out all the remnants of hope that they may have had as they face this weird world of ours. So for everyone out there losing sight of the colours of the world:
One day, we shall break the cement encasing our golden, shining hope; and we’ll all break out like newly born flowers. Just aid in changing the world to the better and you’ll see.
With loads of love,
Midnight Ranter (aka Ayaka)