Sometimes I just wish to vanish...
There are so many of us sitting at our homes
But still looking for one
I don't understand...is it just me?
When a sudden urge rises to run
Run away on a dark starry night...
to the woods...where fireflies are like stars on earth
And I make my way to that forgotten bar
a place vintage enough...to find peace
Where songs are sung...and happiness is everywhere
like beer in mugs!...It's a fiesta!
I don't ask their names...and they don't know mine...
We just play guitar and share secrets...
as strangers...filling colors in the bright night!
And just return with some memories and a photograph
A photograph filled with unknown 3a.m smiles
I think...or may be...I believe...
I would be happy to let it go that day.