Nearly 13 Poem by Danie Babcock

Thirteen years from now,
i picture myself,
alone on a hill,
no distractions,
the pounding of my heart..
being heard from a mile away.

Drawing my sight,
being accompanied by pencils and paper.

A deep stare into the horizon,
my eyes blur with orange, red and yellow,
the colors blind me.

Alone on a hill,
lies a girl with a dream,
Looking away from her past,
Lines being scratched across the page.

She's holding a heart,
Raising it sadly to the sky,
Looking down beyond the arch of her feet.

The moon beating off her face,
a breeze targeting a gentle chill,
a dream of a famous girl.

Looking into the future,
theres a girl on a hill,
alone,
... No distraction