Mountains of ice cream;
Mountains of snow.
Where the wind doesn't blow.
Filled with happiness and beauty;
Like a glittering star.
Breaching into your imagination;
Remaining like a force of habit.
Spread out before the world;
Leaving little discrimination.
Many have forgotten a gentle truth;
Just because the sky is beautiful, does not mean you can't reach further.
Walking through the darkness of racism,
Devouring the thoughts of virgin minds in life;
Very few taking the easy way out by not truly studying
the minds and personalities of certain people,
the rest creating an image from the start trying to find the
result of that particular person;
Suffering these rare thoughts is like being in the pit of Hell,
I would love to stop the burning sensation but it's not even worth