I walk where the sun meets the sea,
Chasing dreams too wild, too free.
The wind hums songs of days unknown,
Whispering paths I’ve yet to be shown.
The stars above, they light my way,
Guiding me through night and gray.
Each step I take, though light or slow,
Marks a story yet to grow.
Mountains rise and rivers bend,
Journeys start and stories end.
But in my heart, a fire remains—
A thirst for more, through joy and pain.
So here I stand, with open hands,
Ready for where the road expands.
For life’s a chase, a fleeting run,
Forever reaching for the sun.
About the Creator
George Boafo
When I die, put my ashes in a trash bag. I do not care where they go, I am concerned about my soul.
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I love chasing the horizon! Amazing work