So many dreams in his head, that's been flashing are turning into doubts without any kind of action to check if that one dream was his real passion so now he sees fractions of broken visions, and of what he could have ben, more like should of ben his imagination, is mad amazing it's fascinating but it's confusing it's an illusion usually full of animation nothing close to basic, it's unbelievable and it's connected to his heart, so he could feel it too these emotions are deepest oceans, he's drowning in em he lost the track of time ever since he found a minute to stop and think, about the things sorrounding all of us foreiners from the same world different courners though i fucking hate these borders bro, and how they divide us history of violence, blood and war that lay behind us, but in front of us, is a world that we can build and dont believe them, when they tell you its to late to change it cause the world is yours, and you arrange it you think its sorrounding us, but its all with in well never understand it, but its the way its always ben cause if we knew all the answers, there wouldnt be a purpose and with out a purpose, we people all are worthless we dont deserve this, so we keep on striving not to be surviving, but to be alive and not to keep on runing, further away from home but to find that special place, where we belong.