Hindered = We have, for most times, only sought the applause; never taking the time to pause; to stand, breathe, and understand any cause. We had, for too little a time, not let ourselves cry; forever avoiding the need to try; to explore, discover, and inevitably fly.
Infinite = Hers was the single-track playlist I could loop for days on end.
Reaper = We’re the troubled age, the sorry page of ash’s fate; Doom’s sage at end’s edge.
A reminder = Don’t ever compromise that beautiful mind of yours; breathe life into the worlds behind those daydream doors. Keep it. Save it. For our world has had enough of corporate spores.