This is a poem about how i see society and how irony and noncense seem to have taken over...
Can a dream change how you see a person?
Can a imagination make a grudge worsen?
Can make-believe make everything right?
Can fairtales make you find your knight?
Can rumours ruin the most beautiful thing?
Can putting people down make you a king?
Can promises be kept in a world like this?
Can old love be fixed when you reminisce?
Can anyone keep up when our society races?
Can you tell peoples stories just by faces?
Can you assume when you dont know a thing?
Can you be stable when your foundations swing?