Seating by the train window,
I see as the fields pass away.
The lush greenery, so beautiful,
And in the wind, the trees sway.
But the suffocation in my heart
And the constant fear in my chest
Keep on increasing.
I wish it were just a nightmare,
And I am merely dreaming.
But how can a dream be so beautiful and so horrible at the same time?
Why, in life, do I always need to find words and phrases that rhyme?
I wish I could break the barrier and just fly away.
Where will I go?
No one will know.
A faraway land from where there is no turning back,
Where there is no more anxiety, no more hatred or fear.
Maybe I can touch a butterfly?
Or feed a deer?
I am done with this world and all that it holds,
And very soon I will not be doing what I am always told.
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