In the cold sour air I feel today,
I want to feel the sun on my face,
And plush green grass between my toes.
I want to take a deep breath of the clean fresh air
And dwell in it forever
So i will never feel
Sunken down or sedentary.
I long to run in an open field,
And find a secluded spot
Somewhere quiet
So i can read and write
Only listening to the wind
And the quiet song of nearby birds.
I need to let my hair down,
And take my shoes off
Maybe somewhere in New Zealand
Or perhaps Paradise.
I need to love the nature for a while.
I need to get away from here,
Here in the place
Where the bell jar has descended
Away from the place with littered streets
And sunken hearts.
I need to leave,
Or life needs to hurry up,
because i dont think i can stay content
much longer
Knowing that there are much
much better places than this.
