waking up without a care,
flannel unbuttoned in the sun,
freedom's overgrown hair,
barefoot until winter has won.
repainting the streets with my board
when all the cars have gone to sleep
exploring abandoned buildings
with flashlights and reckless fear.
who cares about tomorrow
as long as I make it today?
Forever is living in the moment
and realizing the future will never come.
I miss home
and all that used to be.
I miss those things
which will never return.
m.w.
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 1:16 AM UTC
waking up without a care,
flannel unbuttoned in the sun,
freedom's overgrown hair,
barefoot until winter has won.
repainting the streets with my board
when all the cars have gone to sleep
exploring abandoned buildings
with flashlights and reckless fear.
who cares about tomorrow
as long as I make it today?
Forever is living in the moment
and realizing the future will never come.
I miss home
and all that used to be.
I miss those things
which will never return.
m.w.
2/24/14
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