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------------------------ oh yes, to be young again. well, younger anyway. a few traces of the wonder of life still exsist within my soul. we never lose all the amazement we felt when our life was just being. we supposedly expand our minds, only we become more close minded. we are no longer ourselves. we are our friend's opinions, and the depths to which we will stoop to please them. we are our parents thoughts, drilled into us from birth. we are the expectations we must live up to, whether or not we want to. we become the evilness of the world, and slowly the goodness drains away. but each is born with a small fire inside, and that flame must be prtected at all costs. for that, my friend, is our individuality. our essence. when that fire is extingushed by the tiny firemen we call like to call friends, then all is lost. dreams are hope, and hope is but a dream. a dream of a better life, a better world. just a dream, an illiusion. that's all. but to some it is more. to me it is the world. build a world from hope and it will crumble, but base a world on hope and it will flourish. do not mix the two, for you can not base your life on hope, for, like all dreams, it is not yet real. but teach your children to hope. spread it throughout to others and it will grow inside. that is how a world may be based on hope. well, it looks like I'm Johnny Appleseed 'cause I'm bringing hope to this hopeless world if it kills me. we all need a purpose, looks like I found mine. :: motion picture presents :: orbs drift to glance around the Henge. it did not look much in need of souls, but of good souls. yes, that it was lacking. bingo, looks like this fits. and if the shoe fits wear it. of course, if the shoe doesn't fit one tends to discard it, but if you try hard enough you might manage to squeeze your foot in. not everything slides on easily. here, try some butter. :: surround sound :: I am willing to pledge myself to Stonehenge, I suppose, if there is a need for me to be here. there does not seem to be a shortage of those worthy of this place, nor is there a surplus. but yes, I plan to remain loyal to these lands. Flesh is the weakness, flesh is the fault We are embodiment of all the world's wrongs No time to look back we are gone No time to regret the seeds we've thrown away
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