2018 | The hills of indigo blue

We saw the fire
before we hear our names.
The who,
the when,
the how.
Where did this began in my heart. 
The birth of something new,
came with the thought of dying
to oneself.

Not thirteen anymore. 
Where we live to fight another day.
Where we fight to live another day.
Recollecting twenty eighteen. 
 
I saw how I want to live
another year that overflow
into another year;
Posterity.

The fire I saw in my new initiative
before I start hearing my name.
Fresh.

Lets head westward, 
towards the hills of indigo blue!

Kenneth Lee