Existence in a world of encircled souls, scene after scene, day after day, the element of life less valued is the future. The environment, and promises that reveal nothing, the past descends like toxic rain from the polluted sky, washing away all dreams.
The ghost of youth would go chanting within the soul, their paths blocked, evil spread across the landscape of the homeland. Loneliness limits love and happiness; break out of your bondage of lies, always alert, always moving toward the future. If one stays shrouded by the abundant solitude, then there is no escape.
Peace and Love