I Want To Be There
I want to be where the skies are gray.
I want to be where the clouds are gray.
I want to be where the clouds and skies are gray
Where I can be up in tree writing or taking pictures
Where people don’t irk me
Where I can just look at the sky without looking through a window
Where I can feel the cool air breezing on me
Where I can think freely without being interrupted
Where I can smell fresh leaves instead of pollution
Where I can just hear my music without someone calling me
Where my ideas come by just watching nothing
Where the littlest things can be captured on a camera and look marvelous
Where I can sing my horrible voice without people telling me to shut it
Where I can hang my legs over a tree branch and sway like the world is ending
Where I won’t be judged for doing whatever I want, or even in the taste of appearance
Where I can do whatever I want
Where I won’t be afraid of anything, but not being There.
But, I’m afraid There isn’t real.
I want to be where the clouds are gray.
I want to be where the clouds and skies are gray
Where I can be up in tree writing or taking pictures
Where people don’t irk me
Where I can just look at the sky without looking through a window
Where I can feel the cool air breezing on me
Where I can think freely without being interrupted
Where I can smell fresh leaves instead of pollution
Where I can just hear my music without someone calling me
Where my ideas come by just watching nothing
Where the littlest things can be captured on a camera and look marvelous
Where I can sing my horrible voice without people telling me to shut it
Where I can hang my legs over a tree branch and sway like the world is ending
Where I won’t be judged for doing whatever I want, or even in the taste of appearance
Where I can do whatever I want
Where I won’t be afraid of anything, but not being There.
But, I’m afraid There isn’t real.