sometime i suppose God created the horizon line at the end of the world and He made it so that we were unable to see past it
but what He did not know was that we are dreamers, us poets we saw the horizon line and chased after it; when we got tired, we sat down and dreamt of life beyond the horizon and we put it to words, music to our tongues and sweet love to our world
i am stressed out have a poem, i churned it out in 2-3 minutes and i'm officially calling this one a wip