In our trains of thought,
a simple dream is sought.
What lies beyond our creation?
Is it merely a tool for inspiration?
They say time will tell,
are we to await for that bell?
I cannot speak for mankind,
nor can the moon and sun intertwine,
but I shall impart on thee a simple thought,
perhaps, the destination of heaven worried us naught,
for it was the road of inspiration that we sought.
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Poetic Music
PoetryA collection of poems written to soundtracks which are there for you to play.