Started out crying from the womb Gifted the giver with utmost harm Grew in the shell of a family's cover Getting everything at the right time and perfect flavour Mom,Dad,Brother there goes the sentiment Still expecting no reciprocating commitment Seemed unsatisfied and discontent Life had no meaning and no defined content Inner self advised you go your path Portrayer concluded the society might judge you filth Love money time and fame No way to go and whose to blame
oh, you who wander, don't be held back by a leash, cut yourself free, for we all are wanderers on the inside, begging to be let free, but we are the ones holding on, to safety, to comfort, let go, and live life, go, and wander in wonder.
She disinterested in small talks outside the park Instead, she craves for late-night confessions sparing chapters in life that you both don't read out loud
She doesn't favor going to a fancy anniversary dinner Instead, she thrives for adventures and long road-trip journey without any maps or compass just so you can get lost together
She hates pop music everyone is singing along on radio Instead, she's crazy about folks and indie no one heard before and you will find a lot of vinyls in her room instead of discs
She doesn't want drizzle or light breeze Instead, she wants a ******* hurricane and tsunami that will wreck her apart and drown her soul
She won't settle for something ordinary or less than what she deserves
Maybe I am just a nomad, a mere wanderer with no home, always walking, running-away from my reality, and the reality is that I am a nomad, a lone wolf that forms a part of many packs, but would rather wonder alone, onwards, to a path unknown, to a new pack, that I will soon leave to begin again.
