I don’t have a clue, how this world has become so askew 

I wish someone could colour me blue 

I know that I will get through 
I am one of the last few 

Who grew apart and moved away to the suburbia 

I know that it sounds absurd 

But I still feel so hurt and alert 

Amongst this cold hearted earth
I will be heard 

I wish I could be free as a bird 

Instead of living in between these blurred lines which always push me aside 
I will not uttered a unkind word 

I will transfer my voice down on to paper 

I will stand tall as a skyscraper 

And wash away the water vapour 
The negative atmosphere which surrounds me will evaporate 

I will learn to love and not hate …

Then, the past will dissipate in the blue sky which floats so high


One day, I will reach the sky  

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