As the sun comes up and the words fall out, I watch their mouths move, they’re sounds I doubt.
The engagers persist as a breeze passes by, I wonder if there are smells in the sky.
Do my thoughts escape my wandering mind? The fields of dreams intertwined.
I often wonder, Do great ideas come to all? If we let them heed their call.
Do I miss what’s meant to be, If all I see’s what’s in front of m...