9Jul/087
take 2
I'm done with this planet
and the people around
bored out of my brains
with the same old sounds
i want to move to another another place
with green skies and red shores
and other things that don't exist
in a place i haven't seen before
i want to breathe in a new kind of air
the sort that doesn't suffocate me
the sort that fills me up
in a way that it empties me
lightens me of everything i carry
takes it all away and sets me free
arms stretched sideways
i want to fly through the air
with a smile on my face
and wind rushing through my hair