Ramble

A random rambling poem I wrote off the top of my head.

High within the woods, my dreams are hanging from the trees

Raging with the seas, they carry me in the waves

For We're slaves, to endless fields of homegrown lies

flying through the skies, time look down upon us as we look up at the stars

and people in the cars, zooming past in such a hurry

I've begun to worry, that they don't find beauty in the grass

as they pass, with no thought or recollection of the setting sun

They run, from the simple facts of the world 

A boy and girl, will not ever allow their love to be tame

for the pouring rain, only falls on those who wish to become pure again

And young girls grin, will light darkness in the holes deep inside my heart

A brand new start, to a story begging for an ending.

Author's Note

Hope somebody enjoys it.