it's funny sometimes after we have written something and you may not like the piece of writing at the time for either this or that, but as time passes and you dig through your writings you find appreciation for writings ounce again and allow yourself to appreciate it for what it is. I have a lot of new writings I was thinking of posting but in turn just like the choice of which vehicle to drive today, I chose the old one all dusty in the garage to bring out and shine for yet again one more drive....
Towards the back we push
First in line, for the a last place rush
Freedom fighters and last name writers
One pushes a little more paper than the other
Dose that make it any less of a desk job, or reason for excitement
I had a dream not to plan and confuse beliefs with truths
I wish nothing but to turn a key that opens the door to what’s right
Wholesome and bright free flowing with no end in sight
There was some long lost laughter standing out
a long sought after smile from a well spoken mouth
it made me miss every star standing out in the sky, which was our backround
free flowing sand you could run a hand through
I saw the color of a daylight blue sky just sitting there in her eye
a free spirit with love in her life a heart with a void spoken for
by a man after my own life
yeah and she’s looking for an open road
she’s like an independent rose, one you couldn’t pick
because your just watching it grow
so you plant yourself there in hopes to soak up the same sun
it shakes your life and all your plans
moving mental mountains over never ending lands
scattering your thoughts every which way
as you spend the next 200 days wondering if
seeing that face will ever get old and somehow you wonder if your home
