Unseen Realities

Alot of thoughts
make mind bounce
So many unspoken words
make tongue pounce

Like,
Gold deep down
These wealths
These treasures
Hidden in all of us

Every man is born with an identity
We are all original
Real,
Nothing is new under heaven
But under heaven we must be real
Childhood dreams never fantasies
They're only little dots
On the road map
The bickering of purpose
never any form of fallacy
We can all succeed
Atimes we fail
We all learn
We all make mistakes
I can be in the closet
Hiding behind the pen
Even I can try
But to the whole world
I will be openly seen
Or...
You in the open
On that elevated stage
Writing your own page
Its all true
We are all great entities
Chilren with unseen realities

By Street Oxygen