The thought
Internal thinking of a young man
I think a million one things but not one to perfection, I think to hope for a better view but none to be seen. We’ve come so far and slowly we are drifting, drifting further and further into the distance. Do we give in or do we continue...
The air never felt so fresh, the grass never felt so soft, the mud never felt so good but here we are, running through the fields, jumping and falling. As each breath we take we cease to remember it can be the last, but we breath as there is no tomorrow.
Young and careless, we were fools in love with the breeze, but never did we show gratitude for what we had, now as time goes by you no longer feel the same breeze. As the older you get the lesser the support & the lesser the life.
Lost in 4x4 room, crawled up and thinking, do we continue or do we fight ...
The thought.
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An old soul, in a young mans body.
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