Beside the man I call "enemy,"
I reach out to grasp this scene,
A foreign body of humanity,
Would have quite a day with me.
And if I could just handle this,
Without the over assumption of risk,
If it is then is it to fitif it is will it be all I see?
Can I be blind, for this line,
Should we turn back for a lack,
of better words to say, of thoughts?
Of thoughts best thrown away
Along side the greenest of the greens,
an all too surrealistic scene
A memory more befitting a dreamAn encompassing joy,
that seems,Suspiciously serene.
How will I ever know
the things n life I haven't been shown,
When will I finally see,
The grass grow and the wind blow
through a starry night, far outta sight?
When will I get the chance to believe?