Oct. 28, 2005
I
wish I knew what the next step is. I’m out of my mind. Is it that easy
to figure out or are they all just chances that pass by. Are they just whispers
that turn into song. Where can I lay my head down to cry. Why are these hills
so tall. Take me to the field and tell me a story. Tell me all the places
the world has to offer. Wipe the hair away from my face and look into my eyes…
because I want to show you the world through these. I want you to be in the
clouds while I look to the sky. I want the children the laugh at the sound
of thunder. I want these little droplets of rain to become my ambassador.
Take me beyond all this. I wish the seconds ahead were like the ones before.
So when I run, I can see myself smiling, with these arms wide…