I like to sit and think
About all that is
All that was
All that could be.
My mind wanders
through all possibilities
As though they were endless,
endless fields of wildflowers.
I take a brief stop.
Soaking up the sunshine of hope
dancing to the beat of your heart,
the winds of change blow.
We've lived a thousand lives
lost in a sea of daydream delights
neither here nor there
but everywhere
no single meaning to this thing called
life.
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 1:36 PM UTC
I like to sit and think
About all that is
All that was
All that could be.
My mind wanders
through all possibilities
As though they were endless,
endless fields of wildflowers.
I take a brief stop.
Soaking up the sunshine of hope
dancing to the beat of your heart,
the winds of change blow.
We've lived a thousand lives
lost in a sea of daydream delights
neither here nor there
but everywhere
no single meaning to this thing called
life.
