In a day, with bright Sun,
Shines in the painted blue sky,
I rush to the room,
pick my backpack and thermos.
I pulled some books with, a pair of shoe,
and a pack of cigarettes and some sweets too.
I leave,
And an escape has planned,
Anonymous and directionless.
I ran, I escaped.
Not a vacation, I can’t.
Maybe in some wilderness,
Or in seclusion, I lay. I Think.
far from each, in the east.
Where I count the leaves of trees
touch the breeze of the north,
and inhale the bright Sun,
Shall make me alive!
These are the thoughts grow in my mind, at my young age, now too ;) to plan an escape from the daily monotonous life. I feel just to leave the concrete set up and head to the wilderness.
Lay in the grass makes me establish a connection with nature, feel more closure to the roots with minimum needs.
