Breaking them walls down , and running free on the greenlands ,
No one to stop , nobody to hold me back.
The boy with dreams..
Dreams to be someone who gets remembered for the good.
Gets remembered for the wave of energy he carries in his pockets.
Boy who looks at the stars , not to admire their beauty , but to appreciate their occupation.
To appreciate their twinkles , which gave him company durning the lonely nights.
A wanna be poet ; who writes not for the citizen's attention , but to make peace with his demons.
Gets haunted by the ghost of the past ..
So he turns on the lights , and picks up a pen..
And lets the ink run...