now playing :. different lives by fly by midnight
connoisseurs of something new
explorers of the unknown
an invigoration of sorts,
what a breath of fresh air.
that smell of something sweet in the air
oh, if you could see it
oh, if you could feel it
friends past forever, beyond of course.
a breeze not of yesterday, today, or tomorrow
a breeze that is
aren’t dreams of the most wonderful?
for if an ideal comes crashing down,
does a new one not grow?
forever moving forward,
forever sane, forever alive.
for if fear drove the ship,
did it still make it to shore?
for the stars need not aligned, for the most pleasant breeze to pass by. it passed, again, again, and all over again.