Round the kaleidoscope of failed dreams,

sits the tomorrow that was once meant to be,

but now we have a mirror,

broken,

betrayed,

we wish for the promise,

while the lies are given out,

a dollar,

a penny,

a payment for the inconvenience placed upon the shoulders of yesterday’s conversations,

can you be the mighty,

can you be the free,

when freedom is a whisper,

and the mighty are diseased….