#10january2016

To believe that what is on your colorful mind,

Is always the right thing to fill your soul,

And the only path that you have to follow,

May not satisfy you by the end of the day.

This feeling that nothing will be left behind

Is part of nothing but a whisper in your ears,

You’ll firgure out the lie when time comes up.

That is nothing wrong in wanting flying away

Not talking about that, in case you wondering

Actually, allow me to suffer metamorphosis!

Let me evolve alone, and perhaps I’ll find you.

I don’t want to anchor you in my veins, baby bear

In fact, I want you to keep me feeling this free