Full, yet empty.

Come and see, what pleasures we bring you thee,
From flowers to joyful hours filled with towers of candy and tea. Even without avail, we will prevail, still magnificent as we will sail, onto the next minds, don't do these texts bind some sort of emotion, to this fearless notion of freedom, as wisdom falls away, you will see that this domain calls for a day, to better ourselves, instead of stray from our better halves. Lead flying around, sadly enough it seems to be bound to a children's face, than rather laced up the targets in place.