I wish I could ride the stallion called time....
As much as I dream of calling its pulse, mine.....
But, the trickster eludes me in more painful ways than one....
Leaving me tired, dusted and done!
As I battle the lull in my life,
Some warm memories seem to slip away from my sight....
I wish to be inconspicuous now....
To escape this world of judgements and, how!
Want to travel as a stranger somewhere...
Where I have not to think of what the world cares.....
Well,wishful thinking is so full of greed.....
But then, that is precisely what my parched soul needs.....!!
