Let us ride the wind.
Through the fields of our desire.
You, me, and the birds
Before the sun sets
Let us be at the mercy of our love
It’s a cruel companion, I know.
Love…
Let us not think too much for now, though.
Come, make life a bittersweet tale.
Be remembered, or forgotten
Blaze like burning embers,
or grow cold like stone
and be left in the corridors…
Half baked, incomplete sculptures
carved by the mercenary we call time
Time…
It will win, surely, eventually
but, hey…
Come, clutching the rain drops in our hands
Let us give it a scare worth its pride.
