16 Bars #11

A small colonial town on the coast with the harshest deserts. The valleys were wide, we'd watch the cities on the mountainside. Drink or smoke? Whatever was your finest pleasure. I carved my name in the oak knowing it would last forever. Or at least for the next "I" the next guy to run after me. Nature's imperfect with all its abnormalities. How can we see beyond with our superficiality. Our minds make us, and that's all of our reality.

What's our desires? There's our freedom of will. Men are born for more than to die and drill. After highschool, some have claimed their path. Most have stayed the same. I guess we're all just leaves of grass.