Trapped in the familiar grey walls
Yearning for the great wide world
The sound of the ocean, its murmur
And the hiss of the wind
I desire the cold breeze
Although I am freezing
But I feel that we need it
We need nature and it's realness
I need the warm, sweet smelling summer
I need the gentle weeds touching my skin
While running through it
I need the motley flower sea
I just need it for my eyes to see
That there is more than grey
Stone walls and my lovely haze
I crave warm fine sand under my feet
Smooth round stones warmed up by heat
I need something to fill my soul
But something else than weed and hope
