Pogoanele's broken arrow: Poetry in motion. The road not taken...

With the promise of an end against this breed, the children side emerges into an army of senses, on a ride from scratch. We're at the inbound, one step closer to the edge of the dream, that we created in the middle of nothing but memories, at the bottom... Child, stay wild ! We reach down the chosen road that we must travel through the highway of the lights. We were supposed to be forgotten in the abyss, in boiling waves like holy toxic wrecks, with no cure, above a faded paradise. Like a hunter, seeking the prey through tight lanes we regain our basic view diving in the inner factory. Old projections screaming, pressing steps and a rude race, standing tall in front of our youth... If we'd believe for a while we could have much of the same answers, but left behind the cruel truth... Do not allow us to live forever for this long trip, swinging out of the time reversibility. Child, don't let us die young...