To be yourself

Would it be nice

to be you

to dream to feel the earth beneath your very breath

Would you say the words you have always wanted to say when the worst will get to its best

when chaos is over and real nature sets in

we all can breath and let nature begin

when can we feel

when can we breath without creations made up cause we are board

we make up this world we  break up this world

what can we do to make up this world

inside  outside its all the same

we all are one and please stop this game

The End

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