I am at a point where I don't belong,
Sensing my urge to be in a new place
But then,i see myself running after
the nimbus clouds, like an athlete at race.
The winds kept blowing the clouds away
Leaving me behind, as they moved slowly,
But the stubborn heart never accepts
the defeat,for that I couldn't control me.
I follow wherever and whatever it takes,
to experience, the susurration of rain
I smiled and closed my eyes and opened
just to know that, my dreams are in vain.
I found myself at the same old situation
as I came back again to the reality of living,
And again I'm all set to run, to slip and trip,
to fall and rise, none can stop me from winning.
You see, it may not be simple as dreaming
And it's not certain you will get somewhere
It may take you some years or decades,
But never miss the pleasure of getting there.