S. Keats's blog
Falling Off the Mountain Top
I'm up, sitting on a mountain top
Feeling the breeze, I hope it never stops.
I can't decide if it's worth the fall,
but someday I'll learn to stand tall.
He's the boy I wish I could see
Just
He was just standing
Gazing into the distance as if searching for a beat.
Some unknown rythem to send him a way.
I couldn't help but wonder
What is he feeling, seeing?
He was just walking
Ghost
I am just an invisible force, a shadow
Only capable of affecting what knows I’m there.
If I were to be ignored I could still do damage,
Wreak havoc,
Make an impact.
Is it worth it?