The ground layered like a red velvet carpet
Houses distorted as the endless tide of time
Minds wonder around the realms of the past
Hearts are tied up to ridges made by boundaries
Words are spoken as a disconnect to the soul
Creativity has chains bound to the society pleasing
The community lost from an inner turmoil of survival
Yet, we live and move on oblivious to all
Isn’t this how the world has not ended yet?
The magic of words 