The Horizon

Oh how I long for the years of young. When I was youthful and free of responsibilities. I long for the day to come again, maybe in another life some way. One thing is for sure, all these memories will stay. If only the hardest choice was choosing what crayon to use. Nowadays it feels like I’m going to break a fuse. What is done is done and no one can change that. The glowing rays of the sun are rising and the sky is in sight. The top cannot be reached without some sort of fight. The leaves are falling and there’s a breeze in the air You go through the day wondering if you even care. Falling asleep at night and your dreams give you inspiration. Dream big, and someday you will achieve that same sensation.