Sometimes wish that I could be alone
really alone, where neither friends nor foes would be close
just me and the air I breathe, a pen and paper, Searching for the right words to write how I feel
to ponder and fathom what life has in stalk for me, staring into space I begin the journey like a wheel
And I would travel in my mind towards my future, quickly make penitence for the mistakes ahead
A world within a world where anything is possible.
Although, my thoughts would be as silent and sequential as my breath, yet the roar of reality blooms in my head
and, like my breath, aspire to a world with renowned sensation.
Such thoughts would make me quiver, not fear, but anticipate for my dream to be reality
A world where I may enter and plan everything like I want.
Making even rocks give way within, and I walk through
yet I stay still in my revelation, nobody having any idea of my thoughts, i…………..
Snap out of it! ! ! ! , the voice of my friend or do I say foe
For interrupting my thoughts…….