Just My Little Think

I had a dream that no one else could have. And I threw away everything that I didn't need. Thoughts that I can surrender dwell in my chest. Even if I'm till in the rift between reality and ideals. And my feet are bound by hackles of sacrifice. My over flowing impulses aren't pully repressed. Because I have a heart that yearns power fully facade grief. I won't be weak enough to be apprehended by the various negative things. I'm a wanderer who try to understand loneliness.