I would wander in a very far place where you can only see the greener side of the pasture and the happy clouds crowding the sky yet parting in glory of the rays of the sun. The overview of this city in amok for greed will be seen in much delight at the peak of a mountain where I will climb with my dreams of a life anew. You will not see me in a wavering despair for my self identity because in the clear waters of the river I will see only me, however, not far from the reflection of my lonelines and yearning for the people who molded me in the form of their narcissistic whole and pushed me away in their dissatisfaction. This people and my humanity made the irony of life, which many people face around the world.
Yet in my exile, I will strive for the hand of freedom reaching out in my dwelling self and in my ideal world will I live in peace and kindness to enrich myself with the wonders of earth and in mourning for the things that died within me. But not now, perhaps in my exile.
