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