Gypsy

the world turns, constantley, completly, always.
and human race runs, fast, steady, and far.

i slow down. way down.

i walk through life; my pace slow and my path covered in daisies.

i am a gypsy, completly lost and without a direction. i enjoy my absense of reality and hide in treeforts, listening to folk music amid the stars and the sun. the trees whisper amongst themselves, sharing my secrets. summer breaths her last breaths. and i grow. grow blissfull. grow strong. grow wild.