An Audition

To the crack head around the block, to the neighborhood whore down the street, little do they know, they are discrete, becoming a part of history.

To their ambitious goals, they so call life. Thus, becoming the peasants of today, these nameless names have created society. Setting raw futures into what the masses say.

But, let's not forget about the named who made a mark on history. 

If having hope is crazy, then you undoubtedly would consider me a lunatic.

To the stereotypes of common studies, or to the indifferent individual of its sick society. 

I simply ask you, what part of history do you seek?