Fire breathing,
Roaring with sparks of yellow flowing through the air,
Mixing with the gray senseless clouds.
Madness.
Cars accelerating through red lights.
People running,
Not knowing where to go,
But anywhere from where they are.
The ground is disintegrating as they know it,
The sky is rolling into a clump of gray nothing.
This is all the lost hopes and dreams as they call it in Heaven.
Here on earth, they just call it the end of the world.
Too many dreams and hopes are lost everyday,
For the world to be contained.
Chase your dream.
You rather become a star in the universe,
Of all the people,
That have lived their life to its fullest.