Am i naive ,
To think that life changes?
But They call it hope.
I call it the essence of life.
I am living like a free spirit,
That observes the days of rain.
And enjoys night's fires,
Dancing through it.
That enjoys it warmth,
And assume its burns.
No goals further than
Just living with this essence,
Free only when its lost
Thats the life thats ment,
To the young wise spirits
In an unchangeable life.
