hand in hand we're roaming the territory craving new sights to gain for clear victory over unchanging unglorified earthling's feelings wanting to reach new heights and revealings how did we get to this archway? stone unwashed grey and in no way can you find that the road will lead to where you may not find enough care to share after all, that forest was not there before and that girl at the bottom of the pit can't sore lower that the ground; she hides beneath the bushes no matter what caused the pushes of the wind from the wrong direction and behind her dark hair hides a pale complexion tells us to move on don't look don't talk don't do anything that I wouldn't. green vegetation sinks the sun freezing the air with it until snow is spun out of nowhere now that's unexpected reflecting on the losing strength in legs objected yet homeward we must go even if more adventure awaits new discoveries yet to be made by our amature eyes of restricted times as we are decreased to short spurts of the moment until we're on again at least.
We went for a long walk around the neighbourhood and it inspired me to write about what I saw. The style is inspired by my favourite poet, William Carlos Williams, and the stream of consciousness style.