Looking Out Poem by Alafe Ramat

I was looking out, but was gazing inward, towards a life of memories, before the birth of a new story, . , ................ I was looking out, but i was freaking out, holding onto my own whispers as it crows faintly before the liberty of this boldest steer, .............. I was looking out, at the shadow casted upon the world, cunningly holding out what rail? ......... For each way says a tale before the price of a new dowry, .........I was looking out, from the saddle of a horse, but was riding from the heart of one, here, ..before i ran free, i tried reaching deep inside that painting, for there i still wonder.