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Simplicity


Summer days melt away like the dreams I used to have. It used to be, or so it seemed, like white and black. But now every day is filled with gray and I want to go back To when simplicity was all we had... Let's all run 'til we're out of breath Let's sleep with the stars above our heads Let's never look back with any regret It's all the little things Now I'm looking at the world through brand new eyes. I never thought, no I never knew, I've been so blind. When's the last time I counted clouds in the sky? Or tried to outrun the ocean tide? Let's all run 'til there's no more light Let's dance in the rain while the moon is bright Let's go for a ride better hold on tight It's all the little things All the little things That make me want to sing
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Anica Stemper

I love to write poetry, and usually make them into songs. Playing guitar, singing, and writing are my three passions. I have no idea how I would live without them.

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