Alumina +Major WIP+

[Washington D.C.]

As time passes slowly I look up into the sky
And I see a light that glitters so bright.
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My dreams, they are dreams that no one else can ever see.
I sacrificed all of the things I didn't really need.
I cannot rid myself of thoughts that remain deep inside of me.

His hands were stuffed into the pockets of his coat as he walked along the street-light lit sidewalks, dark blue eyes watching the bustle of people over the glass frames of his glasses as they passed. It hadn't been to long since he and Trent had returned home, though things were just as tense as ever between Trent and his father. He had at least thought that the months of them being away would have at least calmed him at least partially, though he was quickly proved wrong the moment they returned home.

Though, that wasn't the only thing that he continued to ponder on. He had much...Bigger things that he needed to attend too and put his thoughts to. All of his plans, all of his work. He used the time traveling across the country with Trenton at his side to good use, it helped him clear his mind. It rid him of the distractions of home, family, as well as the annoyances of the men that he was forced to call his superiors. Idiots. The men didn't know how to run the country, that much was obvious. They were politicians, that's all they were. They speak with that sense of eloquence and charisma that could make even the most deluded person want to believe what they say; their empty promises for change, to push them forward in the right direction. What the empty-headed masses wanted to hear, nothing more.

He knew that his 'superiors' truly believed that he was nothing more than a simple teenager, no more a threat to them then the smallest of children. He knew that to be the way that most of the rest of the world seemed to think about him, exactly what he wanted. That he was just a normal teenager; a quiet, shy kid who preferred to stay in the background with his nose in a book. Keeping it that way was what he needed to happen, he had much bigger plans that no one could know about.

His dreams, all of his planning, everything that he has worked so hard for. While he may have been found out at least in one thing, called out on it by his own grandfather of all people, though he wasn't surprised. He figured he of all people would figure it out sooner or later, however that little piece of information still didn't stop him. He still had so much work to do, knowing his grandfather was focusing on one of his projects made his work all the easier.

And I'm stuck between reality and my perfect ideals
The shackles of my sacrifice grasp tightly at my feet
Cannot repress the impulses I'm feeling now
Because my heavy heart desires all my dreams to be found

I believe, and I want to keep walking round the world
To spread bright memories far and wide
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