In an ideal world, Utopia is the capital and Thomas More the kingPeople would be happy and not want for a thingThere would be no wars, pestilence, or diseaseThere would be no homeless on the streets to freezeBabies would smile and never cryYour parents would grow old but never dieThe bright yellow sun would shine every dayPushing the dark stormy clouds far awayThere would be no governments, corruption, or sinEvery day the...
Staring out into the falling sun I was reminded of the colors that it used to hold. Such reds, yellows, and smears of the infinite shades that lie between. I often imagine them at all times of the day, not just at this one, when the sun lowers itself somewhere it can hide for the night. I only wish that I could do the same. The nighttime is when the Mysteries come out. I think that they do. We are always told to never loo...
In my world I am the King of everything, Only fields of roses filled with birds that sing; No wars or strife would haunt my land, Never a fist raised, only open helping hands. In my world amber skies at dusk and dawn, Disease and hunger would all be gone; Men and women would speak in single tongue, Age would never distinguish between old and young. In my world each person would have a voice, How each would live would be t...
