nothing is what it seems
and in all u try to believe
innocent to the ways of the world
ur dreams beging to grow.
and u hope and u work
to bring what in night u saw
but everything is so different in light
in my head theres only me.
u beging to walk, to search
for similarities in the road
u stop and meet all types of seeds;
not everything grows when its not green.
rolling u get to other places
u dream the only constant dream
new hope comes every second.
and only God is always present.
