THE REBIRTH OF THE IDEA

February 29, 2008


this callous world crumbles before me

tilting toward the body of unrighteous

when all matter of dreams fade into the shadows

as we walk among the hundreds of unfaithful souls

who play in a masquerade ready to forge a path

that haunts the minds and opens our eyes

to the stars and the moon that linger just beyond

but the collision of ideas drown in the light

when the darkness creeps as a reminder

that we are just lost souls, the hundred of thousands

that wait for a sign that will never shine though

we are the waiting, the lost and haunted

the hoard that falls fast from the starts

never to be remember

just to be forgotten

to be reborn again