Pretenders

How different we pretenders be Walking happy, through lands untold With sciences springing from within, we Create the future for you to behold Some stories are written down Read by those with minds aglow, Some are played in the streets of town Told only to those who wish to know, Imagination is the key That opens up the future, But today we frown when we see Children playing a game that’s obscure Why do we limit our growing minds? We should destroy the box so they can fly.

Mental Journey

I am on a journey of the mind. Contemplating the universe on every scale, and doing a complete introspective exploration. I may never be a literary academic, but I share my humble thoughts in hope that they may inspire others.

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