The Writers Corner

Across the street, on the sidewalk there's a man that no one sees, he watches as everyone passes by observing and searching for things that are long lost forgotten

He believes the world will find it's way back, to its once former glory, strongly believing in the impossible, he tries to shed light on all that's gloomy

Across the street, around the corner there's a woman, standing to the side crying tears of sadness. She has lost all faith, hope in the things she onced loved clutching tightly to all that she has left

Across the street, next to a building there's a child, waiting around for the adventure of his life taking on anything that others send his way, putting himself in complete danger disregarding every lesson that his family has given him

Across the street, and down the line there are people, gathering together to hear the words of a man a prophet, a seer, a god-like creature, that holds all the answers. He tells the people, that the answers would only come if they stand only at the writers corner, because there life, love, adventure and the unknown, are waiting for you to release them in your dreams