I have seen Bombs without targets in the immensity of wars, in the effervescence of hate, and hats of blame in hope of justice and games of remembered ideals that never were, only existed in a fake story, as blues became another aspect of commerce that inhales happiness and constantly looks for the future of sound and stars.
I looked for the past in what I could not seem to understand, as my teacher had always told me to forget what I had previously thought of the
I felt obliged to stare at the present
I felt the staring present walled by them, the army of unwanted kings who travel the night in search of land and space to conquer.
There is no time to exit, nor any exist in any forms,
