I must run

Life struck me too many times. Maybe in the future I could be a
Like the idea of becoming a musician. Stink as a guitar player. Trying to learn about everybody. Being different of everyone.

found myself looking through the window

wandering why the life likes to kill time

tapping the curtains I spot some smiles

across my mind can’t find the how

where is my happines, does it fly overseas?

maybe one of them now has mine