Think

I think I’ll go there,
I don’t want them to know my name,
Where I come from,
Or what is my fame.

I think I don’t like it here,
I don’t want that mountain sign,
Everyone is a stranger,
And nothing seems mine.

I think I’ll go to an island,
May be I do like the sunshine after all,
May be I like to sit alone,
Don’t want to run but want to walk, Want to jump but not fall.

I think I don’t like to change,
I was better not writing,
It surely doesn’t make sense, but help,
There is no work and only my sides fighting.

I think I’ll go back,
May he doesn’t want me here, there’s nothing to do,
“We don’t sponsor, sponsor losers like you”,
But wait, US, I’m not that done with you.

I think I don’t feel this,
May be just hallucinating this “Think”,
The eye lid opens slowly,
It was too long a dream, or was it just a wink.

Imagine

I was, I am, I want to be

The distant star,
The endless sea,
The heaven afar,
The mountain bee.

The crashed car,
The broken knee
The burning scar
The departed he.

The strat guitar,
The broken b,
The F-chord bar,
The Elvis Presley.

The empty bar,
The rusted key,
The whisky jar,
The lonely me.

The geeky Czar,
The nerdy she,
The winziped Rar,
The Pee-eH-Dee.

The goal-post bar,
The Beckham Tee,
The Van Der Saar,
The studs N90.

But bizarre,
I wish I could be,
A lot of things,
Anything but reality.