It is curious,

That it in the end,

It is me, ...

Thick,

Solid walls,

Are also built inside. ...

Some things in life,

I’ve seen,

Experienced, ...

Standing out,

Feels special.

But these feelings, ...

Some things,

Cannot be bought.

They are built, ...

Some common places,

Based on experience,

Are indeed dangerous. ...

Growing up,

Travelling was exciting.

New adventures, ...

Human traits,

Are like cocktails.

Self-confidence tastes better, ...

I never thought,

I’d see the day,

When what others thought, ...

I remember the days,

When my heart felt,

Empty or sad. ...

On some days,

One must dig,

To uncover that, ...

Old hang outs,

Where we planted,

Toiled and laughed, ...

An empty table,

Where we sat,

Talked, ...

On some days,

The sea melts,

Into a cloudy horizon. ...

Life,

Isn’t complicated.

Yet I was taught, ...

Winter will soon arrive.

When leaves fall,

Imperceptibly disappearing, ...

Green, yellow, red,

Or blue.

Soft, hard, hot, ...

Opening up,

To let the world see,

The child inside, ...

Walking through town,

Staring at blemished walls,

Transported me, ...

A calm,

Quiet day,

When the world sleeps, ...