Failed
An over exaggerated life of happiness doesn't happen by chance
It happens by will
Freedom of speech
Will power and soul power
You have to want it bad enough
You have to love it enough
Love it till it dies
Love yourself 'till you die
Not everything is, as it seems
Many motives are constitutional
Many thoughts are rapid
Several emotions are literal
Nothing is what it once was
Everything is gone
We are in space
A blank piece of paper
One ink blotch
We are nothing
Self-transportation becomes a puddle of mud
Silent screams become high pitch ringing sounds
Flags turn to ashes
Rings become chains
Ropes become fishing line around our necks
We are faded
We have fallen
Art is no longer our expression
It's our obsession now
We strive to be creative
But it comes out messy
It doesn't look good anymore
Art has failed
We have failed
The world is nothing
I've failed