A place of Good or Evil is this world not, but a place of Dreams;
Toil hard day and night do the humans, for so it seems;
Reality is but unreal because what is not real is actually the real;
Dreams however unreal is but possible, for tis' what humans feel;
Dreams can be many, some humans dream all day whilst some do not;
Dreams can be various, some humans dream of wealth whilst some dream of food hot;
I also had a Dream once upon a time;
Dream of sweet love, turned to sour lime;
For whence I doth see a couple, the more inspired I became;
"If they can be like that, why can I not be the same?"
Innocent was I, as I was not aware of the core truth and I was lame;
I tried, failed, tried, failed, tried yet again, failed all the same;
Heartbroken was I, but I gave not my ground up yet;
I fell and I stood up, ready to place my hopes on another bet;
To respect and be respected, to love and be loved, was all I wanted;
'Stead this world taught me things, painful, destruction to me was granted;
This time I stand up, but only to walk with a different view;
They will pay, they who had humiliated me to the ground, those few;
The childhood journey, started with one wish, changed me into a lich;
The core truth, that your love has no value over those who are the famous rich;
Wealth the root of evil and corruption, attracts the humans and makes them dream;
And so I wonder,"Are these humans masters of their fate or mere slaves of their dream?";
As I live on with this scar upon my once jovial heart;
Sure am I, that my respect for humans will one day depart;
Dreams makes humans weak, Suicides are the witness's of such;
Such is the nature of humans, and so its a truth very much;
And as I continue on the journey which I had once started as a lame child;
I look up at the sky, and find that the weather is gentle and wind is mild...................
