The Sky
Look up at the sky, it’s so bright
I love the way the stars shine
Look down at the ground
Listen to that sound
Walking around the planet
Not worried about if I have time to plan it
I know this worlds my canvas
On the skateboard, wondering can I land this?
The Park
I was sitting at the park, accompanied by only the pleasant loneliness of being there after dark.
I looked up above at the light, dimly lighting the playground. There was no one around in sight, but I felt a presence and I couldn’t say how.
I decided it was about time to walk back to my house, everything was silent, only the sound of my own two feet hitting the ground.
I was feeling uneasy, a little bit queasy, like someone may be being sneaky, I looked to my right and then to my left, I saw nothing, nothing but the dirt, garbage, ash and rubble that needed to be swept, but there I was, in the dead of night I slowly crept,
paranoid that i was being followed, i’ll probably end up doing the same thing tomorrow.
Finding Meaning
Watching The Waves Crash
I See My Own Reflection
What Could It All Mean
I Hope I Never Find Out
I Like Everything As is