You know when we were kids, those better days when we were so happy, not having to worry about the world, free. Sometimes I want to feel that way again, free.
Growing up, those feeling starts to slip away slowly, leaving an empty body glued in the routine. Stuck in the same job trying to make a living by paying bills upon bills. Tied in the same room for life. Pushing luck to the limit in those gray entities.
I want to be as free as the bird fly above the clouds. I want to be as free as the wind blows through the forrest. I want to be as free as the waterfall. Or at least I can be as free as I used to be. Enjoying life as it keeps shaking my body screaming to take a little breath once in a while. Telling me to stop running for the time will keep pacing in its static rhythm no matter how far I have run.
All I can feel now is like I'm floating in this crowded and hectic city where all the faces I passed by in the streets turn into colorless blur. Or perhaps, I am the blurry figure among those crowds. Maybe I have lost all the colors in me. Maybe I'm just like them, a person who's still searching through these thick concretes jungle for a glimpse of color we've been longing to taste again.
#nowplaying Aquilo - You're Like Me
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