I see my naked reflection painted on the glass as I look out upon the night sky
the delicate sparkles make me smile like a little girl, lost in a daydream
The pungent smell of farmland gone bad disrupts the serenity of my scene
But no bother
I will not let the grandeur be tainted
As I gaze out at the romantic splendor
The song in the background transports me to a time when I danced with reckless abandonment
when my main priority was a game of kickball or maybe a long bike ride where I got lost in myself til the fading light of day guided me home.
Youth is never lost on the young if you pay attention
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 12:18 PM UTC
I see my naked reflection painted on the glass as I look out upon the night sky
the delicate sparkles make me smile like a little girl, lost in a daydream
The pungent smell of farmland gone bad disrupts the serenity of my scene
But no bother
I will not let the grandeur be tainted
As I gaze out at the romantic splendor
The song in the background transports me to a time when I danced with reckless abandonment
when my main priority was a game of kickball or maybe a long bike ride where I got lost in myself til the fading light of day guided me home.
Youth is never lost on the young if you pay attention
