Expect The Unexpected When You Almost Reach Out

Sitting on a wooden beige brench
Witness a full freedom of a swam of birds
Feeling overwhelmed by the view
Being a lunatic person as i am
Tired of the imposters on Earth
Never will it fade out or lose
In the mist of someone's heart
Bare a freedom that always up for grab
Tempting on everyone's eyes and heart
Sicken by all the thorn hopes
Survive for the only last breath in life
Never wanted to be notice
Only for underwooden forest
Hearing all the sounds of silence
Tired of being bored and cold
Now is the time
Sooner or later will it be revealed
For me to say Goodbye forever