i love the beach, the long lasting stretches
of wind, snow trickles, of light,
and the glowing sparks of the distant night...

the swaying of foliage, impenetrable bush,
of the minute footsteps of a stranger
and the familiar mongrel...

a yearn for the next step, in awestruck,
the pressure causing the sand to spread,
like neverending ripples of my kindred spirit...

oh watch my naked feet, go against the wind,
it is my new year.....

i wish i wish i was home...
i epitomize this country road...
gather round and lift our heads up high...

i adore the fragrant spices from afar,
happy people and homes with doors,
all ajar...

i lack the knowledge and the love,
for i am a marionette,
i sing for none but for the guitar...

at dawn the sky falls down on us,
so calm and kind, so simple
whispers my mind, before us...

how latent our love,
bereft are my sins...

the kind in which to remember
in my inflamed...
December...

Cheers,
Josh

tho i kinda hate the title 'my inflamed december' so much that i refuse to function just reading those lines, so pls ignore the title...lemme know what u guys think...its been a while since i last wrote a song...somehow it sounds too emo..ah well