I do not know why
it runs to bite
I do not know where
i could go and hide.
They run away from the outside world
And become happy, when they're in their shelter,
their "home"
Where is my "home"?
The peace, its abstruse!
If only I could feel free, even in myth, or just assume.
Every person seems to tear!
Every part!
Enough! thats all i could bear!
Wet tissues, wet pillows
Howls and Cries!
Where is my life?
Its grisly, But its my disguise.
Profoundly, I paste,
A sarcastic grin on my face.
They seem happy with it,
But i still for-go and slip.
I do not let them peep inside,
My doors are locked! Very tight!
No one would I allow to break my heart,
My most and only precious part!
Accustomed to this pain,
I run to my terrace in vain!
Sitting on the parapet
Lost in the melody of music
And beauty of nature.
I feel good, I could live!
No one here to stop me
from my fall-out of
emotional will.
Admiring the trees,
The evening sun,
the rain, the wind
And in the night, the sky, the stars...
Oh wonderful!
Its really worth being called beautiful!
The moon acts like my charming prince,
My punch bag and my dearest friend.
And now I have also found,
An open shelter,
The sky, the ground.
The shelter of thee!
Where I could be happy
Even if it were another world, a myth
and not reality...
I could now put the pieces together again.
Oh yes! I could now LIVE for ever again...
