Unknown to the new world of wonder, above and beyond of all the people they plunder, searching for the one thing they they desire and they don’t know what it is.
As all the people crowd in the station they wait and wait for the glorious moment when they tell them who they are.
Minds are racing while people fight, people fighting while others wonder.
And on the day, this glorious day, people turn and say to their neighbor their dreams and deepest secrets.
Things that are ment to be left in journals, things that are ment to be left unsaid, spill out of their mouths.
Who knows what these wonderful creatures may be, swimming through our minds.
But on the day, this glorious day, people can’t help but cry.
Lights gleam with dazzling colors on the faces of every other, like a mirror reflection searching for the light.
Just like you splatter you thoughts on a filled piece of paper, these people only think of where they are.
Unknown to the world they fall, fall deeply into their minds.