Words Of A Mystic Nation

If only.

I roam the streets of the earth looking for a place to belong
I climb the hills and valleys of the earth hoping I would get welcomed
I dream of flying to touch the sky
And hope that I would befriend the clouds and be wise along with the stars.

I wish to conversate with the fire
That continues to glisten my eyes
The sun.

But I understand that's all in a dream
And I shall continue roaming
The streets and the valleys of the earth

Hoping to blend in next time and not be the odd one out

And perhaps next time shall I visit the waterfall.