A long road i hope to take again.

I like to walk under the stars,
Humming the tune to my favorite songs
Enjoying the cool of spring wind
But,
I still can't wait till June
New Season, New State.

A fresh start.

I like the thought of walking new streets,
Finding home somewhere unexpected,
Discovering a world outside,
Where ignorance is bliss,
And people cherish it.

I've realized there’s a place on this street,
Where the road ends, I think I'll turn around.
But,
Probably not.