When will we are,
wat we always wanted to be?
When will times change,
and will we be able to express ourselves,
without beingh ated,
for our meanings?
Can we go for a world without hate,
would it be so much better,
if we could romove all the bad things?
Isn't the reason while were still alive,
that we don't know what will happen,
tommorow,
next week?
Don't we live,
because we can all make our own story?
Would it really be so much better,
if we would have what we want,
nothing to fight for,
nothing to long for?
Can we then,
still cal it living?