Rain falls down
On the watercolor line
That separates reality
From the beautiful lies

The boundary spikes melt
The parallel merges
An outburst of desires
And overlapping urges

Chemicals burn through
Pre-programmed systems
We race on evolutions
Using dreams for license

Glowing neons light the road
As we fill up our digital ashtrays
Truth lies in the reality
That from the past we're running away

Crazy
And
Free.

We
Are
The
Future.

nice post bes :thumbsup::kiss:

nice nga