No hero in our sky

I can't believe how an idea can change the world. How four letters together are worth dying for. How everything in life can go in the blink of an eye. And how one day could pass as a lifetime. We all meet people during our time here on earth. Some good some bad, but in the end they influence you and who we become. Days are nothing compared to nights and still here we are. Searching for something. Searching for something nobody really knows what it looks like. Many people search without even knowing what they're searching for.

The meaning of life, of happiness, of everything we are supposed to accomplish. I'll tell you something though, i'd trade all the money in the world to catch a glimpse of what happiness looks like and how it feels. At the end of the rainbow lies no gold, only snowflakes. So what's really our purpose here if not to do what we were born to do. If not to be happy. I'll say repel everything bad from your life. Everything that's slowing you down of being who you were meant to be. It doesn't matter your age, your color, how much money you have in the bank, but how much love you have in your heart. And trust me on this, it's not hard but it's not easy. So, if an idea can change the world, when will the World change the idea. The idea that money is what it matters. Your name, your family. What's the price of our values? Where does our education sleep? When will the criticism die? Cause i wont backdown, until the hypocrisy ends. Even when my hands bleed from all the repressing words i'll write. I write because i think. And if i think therefore I am. And if I am then I can. There's no limitation binding our mental form. Our imagination is timeless, and infinite. Necessity creates opportunity.

So what will happen to the generation bound for money, cloth and fame. I guess those heroes we see on t.v. only exist in our minds. Because I don't see no one strong enough to live by their words. They just die. I guess our generation is the one to bring all down. Starting with the presidents. Leaders that don't know how to lead their own homes. So i start to think, what will be of the world tomorrow, where people are more drawn of acting to be a hero than actually being one. Everyone has a power hidden, but no less true. That's the power of change. The power of thinking. A couple of decades ago you couldn't speak your mind. People died so that we all could have the freedom of speech we have now a days. But that's just not enough this days. Most people write words that have no true meaning, words that might be printed but they fade away fast. What happened to the words that were stuck in our hearts and that never faded away? Our heroes left the Earth and never came back.