unwritten fantasy part 2

A DREAM OF…  of…,, A dream of what could be reality and what reality actually is,, UNWRITTEN  but written on a sheet that,  not holds lines,  but ink that shows feeling,,
In our own utopia that we seek and speak of,, Never to be found except in out FANTASY; so we write, show reality what we are,  where we are,  and what it ought to be,  only in our minds ofcourse,, I sit,  I write, I observe reality- frowns and tears, the faces of despair, the violence-authority abuse-we stand for Mike Brown, "History Repeats" itself, and so ofcourse we know what comes next, so I write,, I write the oposite of whats going,  but what society alongs for, but nobody's ready to support what hasnt been done in history, unless it the one that puts his/her foot down before they raise their hand to speak ,, I close my eyes.. And say… "please let it be a dream of an unwritten fantasy"
So I write,,
I write the unexpected things,  I write not the repeated,  but the new the beginning,  I write not violence but peace,, I write A Dream Of Unwritten Fantasy