I want to be in places,
Walk their pavements and stairs,
I want to see faces,
Eye to eye, heart to heart.
I want to be the one with their sundry beats.
Forests, dark, I’d love to cross,
I want to strain myself horizons afar,
I want to kiss sunset, get high on its hue
I’d like to find
if what’s said of earth is true.
That’s why sometimes I wander.
Away from the irregular regularity,
Far from noises
Away from shame and pity,
of senseless voices.
Wandering I find,
At times from hill-tops,
river runs both ways.
Other times I find
It’s just twelve hours,
as the world snores by,
before sunrise, darkness pays.
In clouds and snow-flakes,
In white rivers and blue lakes,
myself and my reflections.
But I still can’t say which one’s which.
So I want to be in more places.
Or rather, I need to be.