your scared to dream of God. and your scared to put your trust in the stars. you don't believe in mishaps and you would love to think everything happens for a reason. you love the idea of free will, but you'd never say that out loud. you want to believe in karma, but you're scared of what your actions might bring. you hate to think about the end of the world and you won't listen to see if the end is near. you believe in the greater good but will do nothing to promote it. you want to educate, but you refuse to teach. you want people to think for themselves, but you continue to feed the habit. you want so much for the future but you refuse to document the past. you want change, but refuse to make a difference. you want to be an advocate of so much more but you refuse to accomplish anything. you believe in the human heart, yet you never once went to help someone besides yourself. you'd like to improve the nation but were too busy writing your own tragic ending. you'd like to give so much back to the world, yet you gain more than you give. you want the whole world to be beautiful, so you give up, because there's beauty in the breakdown. your breakdown.