Sometimes, I wanna just run away,
Run away from everything,
Everything away from me,
Me, alone, walking in a forest,
Forest with tall trees and soothing breeze,
Breeze on my face, clearing away the dirt,
Dirt left on me by society,
Society that ruins the innocent life,
Life which now feels dread,
Dread, thoughts of despair and death,
Death, which is looked forward to sometimes.

Sometimes I wanna be in crowd,
Crowd so bright and cheerful,
Cheerful talks about happy lives,
Lives not ruined by reality,
Reality that often strikes,
Strikes to destroy the imagination,
Imagination of various fictions,
Fictions which I daydream,
Daydream to be away from reality,
Reality that always scares Me,
Me looking out for sometimes.

Sometimes I write poems,
Poems written by me on many things,
Things like talks of lives and goals,
Goals that people dream,
Dreams of people that died,
Died chasing the real lives,
Lives lived for others, not 'me',
Me who wants to do for 'I',
I, who wants be the poem sometimes.