Tuesday, 2 September 2008

our escape.

Watch the birds fly high and free,
Hear them sing their melody.

Smell the air surrounding – fresh.
Feel the Sun caress your flesh.

Look far out into the horizon.
See a sparkle in the ocean.

Feel not the guilt that comes your way.
It’s but an escape – this will not stay.

Soon all will be gone.
Our lives must move on.

Now it’s all up to fate.
‘Twas but an escape.