Away from the crowded zones
All I want to do is wander alone
Run in between the tress
And sleep on the grass so green
Breathe what is called as air
Sense the perfect scent
Worry about nothing at all
Diving from cliff and have a free fall
I look around
And all I find are strangers to my eyes
The feeling of dislocation and the feeling of being new
Makes me feel I don’t fit in this life’s wide-angle view
Where are those days when
I thought about my people and they called
I dint need to say a word
And they understood it all
I feel like child lost in the big world
Has people to take care but no one her own
Still gets calls but none like before
All I have is everything but nothing that I can behold….
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