This poem is just random thoughts and musings almost being recited out lout
Seated beneath the shade while engaged in a pleasant conversation, he gazed fixedly on the horizon.
“So strange. This distance, can it truly be real?”
He suddenly exclaimed in a bellow more so to himself.
The scenery seemed to be made from coils of a snake, forming a bridge made only for trolls.
But this description shied away from any spotlight retreating into the the depths of the dark.
But hide and seek has always been a favorite game of mine,
and I desire close up entrances wearing nothing but your firearm.