

Locked MindThe sands of time are melting Turning to a mirror Even as I look back Nothings getting clearer This crazy place in my head Should really be a park Im locked in here forever And forever it is dark Im going insane hereLocked Mind
And if I could I would feel no fear As I stand as I stood When someone asks me why I tell them the wish to fly


What a DreamLeft alone Left in hunger Hit a stone Take a numberWhat a Dream
In a boat Up a stream Nothings real Lifes a dream


The WorldLife. The greatest and worst gift God has given us. For every great and honorable deed, someone has done a deed just as monumental, only for the worse. And every good feeling we have is crushed by one that drags us down. But, even so, every time we feel we have no hope, someone lifts us up. And every time we are hurt, someone is there to heal us.The World


PhotographyTo steal a soul or a moment in time Its a wonderful invention and art Snap a photo here, click a frame there Just a moment in time Trapped forever in its framePhotography
And put upon your wall Such as you would shoot an animal And mount its head But isnt that all photography is? Isnt that all hunting is? An art, trapping something forever Capturing something that will be stared at Possibly admired For the rest of eternity Is this what art has become?
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