Our own beautiful perfection
Covered in a mist, by day and night.
Hiding from sight, the beautiful human,
Exist in partly dark, and partly light.
The personalities that character draws
Defines everyone delightful senses of mind,
Being consumed, we assumed our flaws,
In that perfect moment of borrowed time.
No one saw the other images in the clouds,
Spacious and proud, floating out in the sky,
Lives trapped between the foreboding floods,
Cumulus personalities, of follies and fantasy.
Emotional attention wearing the mask of fear,
Poison flames in deep places of enduring pain,
Illusions create a smile swirling in the air,
But tears unseen, often make faces in the rain.
In dreams resides the blurry eyes, see a brighter
Synergy, that future lies in the human imagery.
Agony of beauty will be preserved forever
In heaven, and the ages covered in mystery.
Our likeness and identifiable brightness,
Society see only distorted essence of a person,
Blurred images of life, lies at the bottomless abyss,
Something of a caricature for no apparent reason.
Identity wants to break through the ruin walls
The world holds mankind upon the altar of fear,
In tangled mess, caught hopeless, bombs falls.
Our children want to escape the terror of war.
We stand together upon this fragile earthly strand,
Declaring the testimony of a beautiful human,
With many grains of sand, to make up the land
Everyone is someone with emotions for attention.