Post by Hayden Sterling on Aug 26, 2006 2:39:25 GMT -5
O P E N
Hayden was getting dressed it was a nice day and he felt like having a nice wonder around town, or a nice ride on his moped. Either way Heyden liked being out in the sun and enjoying life. He was a strong believer in living life to its fullest. The thing he loved most about walking outdoors was that you had no idea who you'd run into or see. You might make a new friend or an enemy, but either way it couldn't be lame, unless you didn't meet anyone. For Hayden that rarely happened, he always ended up meeting a beautiful young lady and then he would use his charm and then ask her for dinner. Typical.
For now you're not here and I'm not there, it's like we're on our own
To figure it out, consider how to find a place to stand
Instead of walking away and instead of nowhere to land
Hayden stepped outside, it was a cool day and not a cloud insight. He had his large aviators on and a button up shirt with a nice pair of jeans his hair was slightly gelled back into a classic look. He pulled on an ancient trench coat that had been in his closet for ages. Hayden got on his red moped with the cursive letters reading Heyden on the bottom. He smiled seeing his wonderful method of transportation. He pulled on his matching helmet and sped off out of his drive way.
Hayden jumped off his moped securing it to a lap post and locked it. He took of his helmet and wondered into the park, pulling his aviators down onto his eyes, shielding them from the rays from the powerful sun. It was a hot day, but it felt really nice.
Hayden looked at the benches and sat down on one and spread his legs out leaning back comfortably. He watched the world go by slowly, but happily.
Too long, Too late
Who was I to make you wait
Hayden was getting dressed it was a nice day and he felt like having a nice wonder around town, or a nice ride on his moped. Either way Heyden liked being out in the sun and enjoying life. He was a strong believer in living life to its fullest. The thing he loved most about walking outdoors was that you had no idea who you'd run into or see. You might make a new friend or an enemy, but either way it couldn't be lame, unless you didn't meet anyone. For Hayden that rarely happened, he always ended up meeting a beautiful young lady and then he would use his charm and then ask her for dinner. Typical.
For now you're not here and I'm not there, it's like we're on our own
To figure it out, consider how to find a place to stand
Instead of walking away and instead of nowhere to land
Hayden stepped outside, it was a cool day and not a cloud insight. He had his large aviators on and a button up shirt with a nice pair of jeans his hair was slightly gelled back into a classic look. He pulled on an ancient trench coat that had been in his closet for ages. Hayden got on his red moped with the cursive letters reading Heyden on the bottom. He smiled seeing his wonderful method of transportation. He pulled on his matching helmet and sped off out of his drive way.
Hayden jumped off his moped securing it to a lap post and locked it. He took of his helmet and wondered into the park, pulling his aviators down onto his eyes, shielding them from the rays from the powerful sun. It was a hot day, but it felt really nice.
Hayden looked at the benches and sat down on one and spread his legs out leaning back comfortably. He watched the world go by slowly, but happily.
Too long, Too late
Who was I to make you wait
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