If I Had My Own Story
what if i had my own story,
i would live in my world of glory,
where i will travel everywhere,
enjoy the happiness blended in different air,
in mind, having no boundation to fear,
just erich segal to read and music to hear,
with wings spread like a bird in the sky,
i want to fly very high,
on chilly december nights, i dream of walking on New York streets,
without worrying of any competitions or defeats.
to drive all around the splendid and appealing world,
and click snaps of every alluring thing, cuddled and curled.
to taste and appreciate every delight of the place,
and to live its every single and mesmerizing phase,
this is just what i desire to do before i die,
to really know whether if actually the limit is the sky...!
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