𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜.

Awake.

Time flies by, through and true. Does it feel the same to you? The love we had the times we shared? I really do hate this pain I bear. Thoughts of linear perception love affairs flood the teenage mind in which we dust lust over. How will we escape? Shall this be my fate? No I think not. Now awake... Awake my pretty child from the dreams you have. Face reality. Face the birds and trees. All that you love and care for. Please listen to these words. Now awake... Go on celebrate, freedom and joy. Like a child with a new toy on nice summer day. Must I always feel this way? Sun rises and we see another morning as we awake all thoughts have left our heads. Now you do the same for your personal gain. Now you, my love, awake...