*thks, ABC, for the encouragement =)
writing simple crap..


Not as you thought so,
I am,
Speaking of wishes and living out dreams,
am I.
Without cars and souls,
all that is left, still is,
empty lots with Eddies,
and silhouette of pine trees.

Lift me up,
above my darkness in dusk,
To see on high,
the beauty of sky.