Come, again, and see this through. My hope, my love, my feelings for true. I breathe, so deep, to only find, this lung pollution is so self-defined. I dream of sunsets, in the most collegiate of years, where largest worries are losing your peers. Today I look, and around I see, so many people like you and me.

But no more, are we such kids, seeing the future is taking its bids. Every move, every step we take, learning forever and creating our wake. But what if we were not another silhouette, the thought to be seen is a desired moment to forget. Sipping this coffee, hearing the beats, looking outside and feeling the streets. My eyes burn, from the cold air so dry. It’s times like these I wonder why try? Such a variety of people, so innocent in their stride, living life like the game is tied.

In the air tonight, in the cold street light, there was something I was trying to say to you. Not that I need your trust, but you’re like a one-man gust… Going in and out again the way you do.

Published from my iPhone 3G