Vision

Is this life, the life for me
Even though love is not, but hearts do speak
In times of sadness, or times of hate
If I were to fly, is it still too late?

Leaving my wisdom, and all that I believed
Down on the ground with the ant's at my feet
Building a society with not even a sin
What's an imagination without a colorful vision?

Strength to be had, but never gained
Endless possibilities held in your domain
Grab hold of what you can, but don't forget how to fly
Without remembering your root's when you looked at the sky