I thought of you when I was happy, I thought of you when I was sad. Your memory is like the horizon; Chasing it makes me wonder, If you are really there, waiting on the other side. My thoughts are like kites, My thoughts are like trains, Running unrestrained over rivers and dark gorges, and between snow clad mountains. But they return to me in the end, As if because the earth is round. They never really listen to me, They can never truly be bound. I thought of you when i was happy, I thought of you when i was sad. My mornings and evenings went the same way, 'til the day I finally died. Comments and critiques?? anyone!