"The Poem"

the fresh air feels nice
the little lies of the past
the cold air
the process of evolution
the individual changing
the acceptance of loved ones
the charge of insanity
the music I listen to
the realness of dreams
the faultline near my heart
the glowing star I stare through
the mistaken ideas
the truth, I don't know
the feathers falling
the clouds sweeping through
the fastest I could run
the babies playing
the games we like to play
the realization of something
the vagueness of it all
the Love that we need to know