Paradise

We leave in a dream to a magical place
To a place with no hate, religion, or race.

Everyone's equal there; everyone's the same
Everyone's got the same style, same name.

Smothered by conformity, we all start to choke
Our ideas; our paradise is just a joke

I wake up sweating; the same dream again
I write it in my journal; my paper, my pen

Just like a wand, a sword or a staff
These are the tools that have shaped my craft

I start up a story; caught up in my thoughts
I've found my Paradise; it's no longer lost

**I think that everyone on here can appreciate this poem. Hopefully you like it....lol