Flying here
Nobody near
I'm all alone
It feels like home
Feeling the fresh air
All around me... Everywhere
No thoughts in my head
But filled with something much more instead
I'm gone, no where to be found
Just look at everything. Do you hear the sounds?
Do you know what it's like feeling free?
Doing what you want to do, everything you need.
You can land where you want to land
Either in the trees or in the sand
You can shout and scream
No one can hear you, it's like a dream
You can do what you want
And no one can judge
You can be alone...
And call it home.
- Author: TheWritingInstrument ( Offline)
- Published: August 12th, 2016 19:30
- Category: Unclassified
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