Mountian

I’m carving my own path
though this mountain like life,
rather than traversing the path
downtrodden by the depressed.

Maxim

Soaring Hearts

Our hearts are soaring
higher then before and,
we swore never to go back to being grounded.

The clouds are roaring
wile we where fly’in’ round them,
weightless, and unbounded.

Wile the world was snoring,
we decided to take our flight,
and that’s when our hearts began pounding.

Our love started pouring
over top of the trees,
and everything surrounding.

                `Maxim