We adventured to places where my soul was free and my converse got *****.

I long to live my life in a way that makes people think.

I crave to soar high in the sky,
While having depths that match the sea.

I want to be kind, caring, loving,
Which is often somewhat rare,

But I want to be strong and courageous,
Never stepping down from the square.

At the end of the day, I guess all I can say,

I want to live my best life,
And help to ease the sting of another’s’ knife.

In the blank of his stare and dullness of his kiss,
She found her soul trapped in routine,
Fighting to be set free.

His body was warm,
His heart still beating,
But without her, he was brain-dead.

My vagabond heart skipped with every step taken,
As if the wind whipping around the trees whispered, “Go find your ‘Great Perhaps.’”