Feel, Hear, See

A rock in a sea of pebbles, freedom overthrown by rebels. Living in a world that is our own, Painted gold by traveling stone. All that I own is my pig and my cart, bringing out the forgotten art. The silent words of an Artist’s cry, Never heard by a passerby. I only see what I wish to see, drown out the world, this is key. As the words of the silent begin to rest, Civilization is put to the test. And one day I awake to the sound of the bustling streets, there was nothing left, where did they go? I swear I heard a heartbeat... Must have only been my Imagination.