The world stood still as it listened to the orgasmic symphony of mother natures orchestra. Truly the significance of this day will never be forgotten. The birds harmoniously sang with the wind, while the trees danced to the intimidating but pleasant tunes. As the rest of the people reflect on the events of the immediate past, they cannot come to terms with the fact that his status is now past tense ... The picture of a nation mourning the death of a revolutionary leader gradually fades right back to reality, as he lays dieing in the alley way struggling to take his last gasps of air.
There will actually be no 21 gun salute, nor will there be a state funeral ... mother nature did not organize the powerful elements at her disposal to honor him, and he probably wount even make it to the local paper ... He is just another victim of a robbery gone wrong ... Just another soon to be dead man ... wow ... quite a sharp contrast from the illusions of boy growing up determined to be massive ... The dreams that were gradually buried by the harsh realities of life ... Dreams that were only resurrected seconds before he breathed his last ... This is unfortunately the dominant story of the world today.
A collection of shattered dreams and lost inspiration. The story of a people that choose to stop pushing ... The tale of a universal ideology grounded in mediocrity... "I will not do that dance nor will i walk that path" was his initial resolve ... "Ok i will give a little shake and maybe a backslide or two just to get around for now" was his latter compromise ... "Oh my God how did i get here ?" was his final question "A little shake and a backslide grew into a full fledged break-dance which i could never break out of until my dieing second" was his final conclusion.
