Listening To Life
Listening to life.
So today I didn't know what it would be? Would it feel like I'm in a dream or if this is really all that I am seeing? I would press my ears against the windows to hear, if this is truly a sight to hear. My eyes would take turns looking out of from different views. But who needs to gain another view.
WHEN YOU ARE YOU!
There is a world and than there is yours, there is life and then there will be nature, there is mother and a lover. But nobody would love you; like you love yourself. People was around, love was "not to be or to be" found. I know why they call it a ground, because if you look down you will notice that, that frown is turned upside down. I feel like being a clown, I feel like touching clouds, doing things that should be done unless your with (THE ONE) ;).
To learn to shoot a gun or even know how know to pull over a car. The world telescope may show stars and Hollywood may show stars as well, but none of than works better than a guy. Who rides a horse to get his wife some milk from the store, while she is having her monthly course.
But this is what I am hearing when I am listening to Life.
-listening to life.
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