When I wake up,
I wake up as a free man,
One who drinks his own tea in his own cup,
Without fear, without tear.
A farmer was laughing at......?
When he saw a huge bungalow before him,
And a uniform clad child coming out of its giant gate.
May be you don't know but I am alone,
You must be busy, I know but just use your phone,
A phone call will be enough for my afflicted heart,
A few balmy words to remove the poisonous dart,
On this highway which connects the life a dog is laid dead,
He has been there for a while without life in the middle of the road,
A pool of blood is being congealed that oozes from his dislocated jaw,
Everything goes on as if nothing has taken place,
Sometimes I don't want to be the being I am
I just want to be the wind that from the North comes,
Like a leaf I wish to drift away on the current of the wind
Without aim, without destination, nothing in life to find,