Walking through the
Streets Again,
Surrounding's thinking I'm
Weird
and I'm thinking back the
Same,
Life is no more Sad and
Tragic
I guess'
So here I'm again Where
I sat year's ago,
I never knew this, It's
gonna happen again
even that time I didn't
wish off,
Lets start
A New Note Book
with Indexes,
Index of Hope, Index of
Happiness
Index of all that I want
to live
All The Precious moments I'm in wait for,
Siting on Fresh Grass
with Goggling rays of Sun,
“He's” happy as me
too'
with nature all Alone on
my side
But A Pen, Paper and
melody as always for Sure,
I'm finally smiling,
People really thinking I need a Psychiatrist as in a Park place
I'm siting and writing
for them It's always been just a writing
And for me It's always
like Breathing,
A Necessity to stay
Alive,
Life is mesmerizing unless
I Cry,
I always tried harder,
That's why today I came
again
May be A moment from my
Past which was always encouraging,
was “Siting somewhere,
Writing Then Fly Away”
Main reason why I'm here
is I always almost get all what
I Needed
And all I can say Is
“ Nature, Nature and
Nature”
Life is way more
interesting just needed to hold on for the right Time
And I guess I did,
So life of Grass we'll
meet again
now
"It's time to go Home"
