These angry men Chase your happy dreams away They wont let your halo glow Mission deeds, clapping feet They scream in a murderous voice, "REBEL!"
*inspired after reading Fahrenheit 451
May 12, 2009
Sometimes my life feels like a bed of forgotten snow-covered flowers upon which warm hands might fall, but they feel no acknowledgment, - over which the sun's fruit might cover like a blanket, but feel no comfort.
