2nd Street And Car Rides Poem by chris lang

These moments are the ones never forgotten
Enjoying, and never dwelling on anything
Eye opening. Truthful
Because talking with someone about life is invaluable
Frowned upon by many but why
Or maybe not frowned, but not partaking in this
I cannot control what you or they do, but I know.
For myself.
These are the highest times in life
The ones never forgotten. Honest.
These moments even cause me to change my ways
How I live, how I breathe, how I walk this ground
My views.
Maybe not change my views entirely
But open up to new ones and interchange those I.. I..
I admire. I connect. Bond with.
I want these moments to never stop
I want my soul to keep yearning and hunger
For growth and anything or one says
For when my soul stops knowing I hurt
And when my soul stops growing I’m dead.