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.