Sunsets on the prairie.
Roses in late february.
Thinking we could touch the sky.
Thinking we could go that high.
Thinking we could do anything.
We could fly through the storm clouds.
We could dance and blast music so loud,
So loud that we didn't care.
We'd be together anywhere.
And then like vines encasing trees,
We cut away, flew our separate ways,
Hanging onto the breeze.
Sometimes I wonder why you're not here anymore.
But I get carried away, shoved through my new friend's door.
I'm not very reluctant.
But I'm still not so sure.
I don't know if we could keep going, different classes and all.
It's been so long and I've grown tall,
And everything's making sense for once,
So I run.
And I won't stop for long.
I see you there with all your friends,
And think,
This really must be the end-
But you say Hi,
We play all night,
You hug me and wave goodbye.
And everything's alright.
