Dear life
As I look from the outside.
Observing just for one moment.
As I  sometimes look for ways to escape the so called norm.
As you take me and change me one day after another.
With this friend you call time.
And as I write this letter unsigned.
I
wonder
Where you've gone so far?
And
where it is you are yet to take me?
For
what adventures are yet to unfold ?
And
yet do you ever stop to look at me ageing along the way?
And what will happen when I'm gone?
Will you remember me?
So I write to you life just to say,better get the best out of me.
Cause I'll be taking everything I can from you.

Gentle winter wind whispers through the window.
Tapping tree branches and rustling leaves along its way .
Like a child at play,
Sometimes picking things up and carrying them off along its way.
Like a thief  adding to its trove.
And yet lonely is it along its way?
And who would ever know where it goes?
As it slows down like an old man to take a rest.
The gentle winter wind now gone will return again.
Some days when winter is set upon us once more.

In to deep this mind now closed.
Resting eyes drowning slowly  in sleep.
Waiting for a dream at last.
Like  another life it comes .
One without the need to move .
And yet what are these tricks played on me by my own mind at night?
As it takes me away  without ever going anywhere.
And leting me do anything.
As it shows me thing I long to see or do.
As if it still somehow  knows the child I once was.
Where I always thought the world was my own.
Only too be forgotten by morning.
Where realty will find its way back.
And I will be back in the place it left me in.

Left is me the hand I use.
And yet there are many at the same time we are few.
For in this world out numbered by right.
And yet still we find our place.
Left is me and it is still said at sometimes.
Oh your left handed.
So let me just say to that  yes I am.
And there is no shame.
I am still human it just left suits me best.

Sorry to you if we never meet.
The one destiny choose to be.
If I am too blind to see.
Sorry  for the times we may never shear.
Sorry for the photographs we'll never take.
Or the laughs we'll never have over looking back.
Sorry for the empty space I'll leave in your life till destiny finds
you
another.
Sorry to you in all your time in need for not being there to pick you up.
For if I get lots and our paths never cross.
Sorry most of all for the times I'll never get to say
I love you.

Dark horses live as it would seem in the shadows.
Known only to them the talents they possess.
Till such  time they show their hands.
So modest are they coming from nowhere to steal the show.
Leaving no doubt the bar they set to be high.
And it seems to be in no matter what they do.
The dark horses are always the ones that are watched the most.

Dark horses live as it would seem in the shadows.
Known only to them the talents they possess.
Till such  time they show their hands.
So modest are they coming from nowhere to steal the show.
Leaving no doubt the bar they set to be high.
And it seems to be in no matter what they do.
The dark horses are always the ones that are watched the most.