Freedom

Drifting around these days-my soul
Amid the incessant scenery of a desolate tract
With nothing in sight but the endless twinge
Taking over the illicit hegemony
Of my naïve awareness

Consolation is what I m searching for
Within these precincts of thwarting desolation
Vivacity is what I am searching for
To wing me higher above in the skies

From where
All of tribulations have a size of a miniature stone
And all of exhilaration is easy to unearth
Where moving doesn’t need any direction
And a thoroughfare can be fabricated
En route for where ever I want to go

Such is the vivacity I solicit
To wing me higher above in the skies.
N my earnest self is the starting place
From where it all will initiate