These moments are the ones never forgotten <br />Enjoying, and never dwelling on anything <br />Eye opening. Truthful <br />Because talking with someone about life is invaluable <br />Frowned upon by many but why <br />Or maybe not frowned, but not partaking in this <br />I cannot control what you or they do, but I know. <br />For myself. <br />These are the highest times in life <br />The ones never forgotten. Honest. <br />These moments even cause me to change my ways <br />How I live, how I breathe, how I walk this ground <br />My views. <br />Maybe not change my views entirely <br />But open up to new ones and interchange those I.. I.. <br />I admire. I connect. Bond with. <br />I want these moments to never stop <br />I want my soul to keep yearning and hunger <br />For growth and anything or one says <br />For when my soul stops knowing I hurt <br />And when my soul stops growing I’m dead.<br /><br />chris lang<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2nd-street-and-car-rides/
