the clouds glow in the pale moon light
and stale smoke fills the room.
Chances to grow,
left to roam,
just to see how well I can do on my own.
The best part about this is there is an end somewhere.
So I want to spend my time living and laughing,
falling and crashing,
getting up,
because the Sun also rises.
lets face the days and fill them not with mediocrity,
but with unknown's, that make us flourish.
