The smell of a new pad of paper,
The fresh smell of the salty,
The idea of a fresh start...
I sit here in my room after much thought and consideration,
as I ponder on the mysteries which seem to make up my life.
Why are we here?
and who are we now ?
why do I feel this when I should feel like that?...
It is a fact that this life of mine is still not yet in tact.
Tho I dream upon the day where I can just let things float away..
I sit here in my room,
and just let my thoughts lead me into a stray.