To the unborn.
Our madness
Will become yours.
It is all the same
And it always will be.
The same love,
Hatred,
War and peace.
The same bodies,
Faces,
Eyes and smiles.
Since the beginning of it all.
Life will always be
And endless circle driven
By the same ambition
And dreams.
And it is a shame
How we know this,
And still,
We have no idea
How to become
Something else.
Credit: a brilliant madness
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poems
PoésieMost of these poems aren't mine, I'll give credit to them by their book, or the creator of them.
