Props Valroa

Vast plains and fields
In the forgotten blue and white 
Clouds oh plenty, blueness in every depth
The golden glow, enveloping all for all time

Just one man 
And thats all I am
One life, in that of which is not so signficant
Yet in my eyes, everything is not as so

In the past I've been many places
I've left very little traces
But my memory is all that is needed
For memory of which is rarely heeded

Like the plains and fields in the vast west
Forgotten, but ever expansive in promise and thought
Many have not thought not however
And those never reaped that of which they never thought