Sunday, 10 March 2013

creation #3 : breakaway




I see a window
Up there, quite high
Quite a long distance
Till I touch the sky

But why do I care?
Nope, not for fun
But if you knew
I'm sure you'd run

The pressure, the pressure
It's pushing me over
The troubles, the stress
All driving me insane

All those responsibilities
That I shouldn't bear
Are making them white
One by one, my hair

It's time to escape,
It's time to run
But looking up there
With that, and i'm stunned

I see a window
Up there, quite high
Quite a long distance
Till I touch the sky

So maybe I'll just sit
And wait till they say
That finally it's time
For me to breakaway



This is an old masterpiece I found while I was digging through my old notebooks.
Weary and tired, I sat down wrote down what I was going through.
This is what I love about writing, that it brings you back to your past, then once again reminds you of your present.  :)



. with love from .
thememoryholder