A DREAMERS REALITY
LIMITLESS
They emerge from your imagination waiting for you to put hands on them.
Chain Link Bonded together in symphony.
You apply the investment of the Will to see your ROI never again titled-
A Wish!
In these Hands-
This Dream Exists…
Addiction
By Edward Taylor III
Souls wandering the streets, no home, no rest, slaves to their feet: feet worn & bruised beating the pavement.
Souls searching for their escape from realities harsh truth, addicted to the fantasy, addicted to hopeless freedom & its seductive touch, addicted to pleasure, sins sudden rush…
Souls only satisfied with one moment in time, but lost forever, Souls wandering the streets, no home, no rest, slaves to their feet.
Do you see them…?
Do you see them wandering? Alive while yet dieing, ravenous for the thrill, the feeling of flying:
Flying away from the hurt & the pain, flying away from the memories of the shame, which haunts every sober moment…
Souls wandering the streets, no home, no rest,
slaves to their feet…
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