So many people, so many dreams.
So many hopes, like ants they crawl.
Each one trying to cross the seams,
To cross to reality beyond dreams, to haul.
In every eye a glimmer of desire,
and each desire bring tears and ire.
Tears they hide behind a veil called courage,
though within does anger, rage.
Like a volcano they remain,
now calm, but if they erupt, what will remain?