Sitting at this place
It reminds me I’ve somewhere I’ve never been
I hear the water and see the trees
In the sky a jet flies leaving a path behind
A path that slowly expands and then vanishes
The path is much like life
There will always be a path
There will always be a past
Out in the wilderness with so many thoughts in my mind
To write them all down would take so much time
The birds they do talk
In a language I can’t hear
And language that people fear
They fly in the ever expanding sky
I sit mounted wishing to fly
This place looks abused but full of childhood memories
It’s a place that brings me to peace
It’s a place in my mind that I will always see and hear
It’s a place of peace that no one should fear.