When I was young,
I would stand by the lake.
Watching the cascading ripples,
Of Aqua Marine.
They would show me memories,
Dreams...
Fantasies.
I would breathe,
Not choking on stale air.
Not suffocating,
On the reality of life.
I felt free.
Free...
As the wolf inside of me.
Sometimes though,
You have to return.
To keep making a living,
To survive this world.
Maybe,
There is more than meets..
The eye.
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 9:12 PM UTC
When I was young,
I would stand by the lake.
Watching the cascading ripples,
Of Aqua Marine.
They would show me memories,
Dreams...
Fantasies.
I would breathe,
Not choking on stale air.
Not suffocating,
On the reality of life.
I felt free.
Free...
As the wolf inside of me.
Sometimes though,
You have to return.
To keep making a living,
To survive this world.
Maybe,
There is more than meets..
The eye.
