Call it a quit or new beginning
A mocking world can be pretty amusing
Making you do things so bland and bleak
Turning your innermost mettle so weak
So I packed my bag and away I sway
Climbing a mountain top, finding my way
Marking this journey in castle of stones
To shed this false skin and bare my bones
Gathering all twigs to make my home
Many miles a past the city I’ve flown
Trampling the grass and rolling my sleeves
Gathering different shapes of forest leaves
How I had missed this wilderness and missed myself
Deprived from living on nature’s true wealth
Snow clad peaks surrounded by vales of green
A shy door peeping between a thousand trees
I catch my breath as I reach the summit
Glace at the world busy in its plummet
The door is open I can smell the moss
Pristine lakes and falling raindrops
But I have choice before I go inside
The conscious moment of life’s flipside
She appears at the doorway holds my hand
Tells me to walk with her through sun and sand
Taking the highroad there, she goes
What’s her plans... only she knows.... only she knows
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