I'm going… I’m going somewhere; I don’t feel like home here anymore Going, floating… Till I find a place to call my own Got sick of these greens and pressure Going to search for some ease and desert I’ll just take the pen and paper and wait …wait for an inspiration Be in solitude. And hope that the scorching sun doesn’t take the words away What will I say? I’ll have my dreams: no pain Happiness is not for me It robs me of everything I always have to crave.