My hands are missing something they have never held
A homely tone, a familiar face,
Or, a flower I have never smelt
I can not tell
Which one of them is it,
But my heart can't rest
I dream about skylines I have never seen
And all the places I have never been

I think about getting lost
More often than not
And lay on the wet grass
In the middle of nowhere

I want to go
To the depth of the ocean
Maybe there I'll find the peace
That, so far, has managed
To stay away from me

Oh look at that bird,
I wonder what it is saying,
Is it beckoning me?
How nice it must be
To say what you want
Not caring about what everyone thinks

Or, look at the shadow,
I wonder what would happen if It could talk
Always lurking around
In a cloak of mystery,
Some mornings,
I wish it would continue to embrace me

Can you hear the wind
Pass you by
Taking with it,
A thousand sighs
Of a thousand lovers,
If I could I would draw a face on it,
And hear it talk
About all the places it has travelled

Listen closely,
Can you hear the song
The moon sings
To its beloved earth?
I wonder what stars feel,
When they witness
This enchanting exchange
Is that why they flicker
So brightly,
They also want someone
To sing them lullaby every morning


I wonder about a lot of things,
The whys and how's of everything
All these questions,
I'm sure, would take me on a journey,
I might not know whereabouts and the time right now,
But I know one day, I'll be free.