An Ode to My Past Self
Far off I see,
Better than I can ever breathe,
A fresher breeze that blows with ease.
Colors in which I bare at palms length,
Paints that drench to hearts content.
An artist mind so complex,
could I ever dare to reach such lengths?
Far off I see,
Better than I can ever breathe,
A fresher breeze that blows with ease.
Colors in which I bare at palms length,
Paints that drench to hearts content.
An artist mind so complex,
could I ever dare to reach such lengths?