Just Like That . . . .

I want to live,

I want to die,

I want to reach above the sky.

Above the earth,

I want to fly,

Though impossible, I want to try.

I want to jump,

I want to roll,

I want to seperate my body from my soul.

I want to crawl,

I want to run,

I want to shine brighter than sun.

I want to love,

I want to hate,

I want to win and defeat my fate.

I want to die,

and take rebirth,

as a illusion on a seperate earth.

I want pleasure,

I want pain,

I want to run madly in rain.

I want to smile,

I want to frown,

take my bike and hit the town.

I want to stare,

I want to blink,

I want to mind, nothing to think.

I want to scream,

I want to shout,

on a lonely road I want to roam about.

I want to take,

I want to give,

a cheerfull life I want to live.

I want to laugh,

I want to cry,

this poem will make your mind fry.

I had less,

but plenty of time,

So, just like that, I wrote this rhyme . . . .

Fly High . . . .

Let your dreams take a flight, 

in the unbound space like a kite.

Untie them & let them fly high, 

till they reach the infinity above sky....

Release yourself of the mental trauma, 

and stay away from the real life drama.

Then you'll know the vagues of perception, 

and reality behind your mental creation....

Dreams aren't just dreams, let them fly.

They are the goals which you should try

to achieve & proove this creepy world, 

that you aren't a naive who can be knurled....

Raise over the earth and touch the sky, 

open up your mind and fly high.

Forget about the world and never sigh, 

keep on going and leave your dreams to fly....