one afternoon in May,

laying acroos the green pastures of my campus.

sunlight passing by the leaves,

I lay comfortably.

wondering about the future,

dreams and reality alike,

I feel in me a firy passion 

as much as it vanishes.

In moments like this I feel an angst that'll last for a while

sunlight gazes onto me as if to say it's okay.

But in moments like this I want to just leap and shout my guts out

rip my clothes and be all I can be to be crazy and shout

to be, for once be true to what's been said about a king who's done it

praising and dancing and not worrying about anything other

Until when, until when?

one lazy afternoon.

sunlight still gazing down amidst the shadows of leaves.

green pasture. if only a river was near by.

All this, but somehow I don't feel like worrying.

 I feel comfortable and in peace. WEIRD