Children

We're the children of the earth. The prisoners of society who have learned to escape the bars held up by humanity. We've learned to liberate ourselves and free our souls to the world, in search for a better light. We're the ones who seemed to have found colors in the gray scaled life we live in. We find beauty in the evil and peace in the not so humble. You won't ever find us outside of the muddy homes we've built, you will always find us searching, searching for adventure, becoming a wanderlust of the world. Earth is our home and our souls rule the world. 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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