One day we were
walking through
a tall field
of daisies.
We were known
as the crazies.
Always roaming
about with our
retro,
tattered-up
clothing
And our thoughts
that were oh so
confusing.
We just wanted
to do something
amazing.
We didnt even
care about pleasing
others.
We were tight
like a pair
of brothers.
geting in trouble
was fun
Especially when
the sun went
down.
Our feet running
through the dark brown
forest,
one step closer to our
treasure chest,
our eyes weary from
the lack of rest
looking up at
the purple skies
for an answer
to why we could
not find it.
We wanted
to know,
the purple skies
knew, but they
never told us.