Those who have nothing
Know the value of their dreams
Know not the barriers between
What is and what could be.
Those who have nothing
Fight against the current
Of a society imprisoned
By the illusion of time
Those who have nothing
May never fall down
For falling to them
Is but a mere instant in
The long expanse
Of their existence
YOU ARE READING
Whispers and Misadventure
PoetryGradually and then all at once You left. // Words strung by a sad girl //
