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.