Away from all the outbursts Of ideas and thoughts, Right or wrong, You will find me on the horizon. Where the sun surrenders Laying barefoot on the dewy grass, As my sky turns orange to black, Waiting for the chaotic world to go to sleep. Find me, if you will. That's where our barefoot souls can feel the grass breathing alive, And where nothing else will matter.
Well I dont write frequently, i just write it when something strikes and I try to give my perspective. I may not be right all the time! But whats the harm in trying? :)