song of my strange world

Old clock on wall says tik tik

Saying you are wasting minute by minute

But I want to pack my bag with my jeans, t-shirts and sunglasses

And throw all whispers out of my head and troubles and worries

I don’t care where I am heading as long as I can take a nice nap

I don’t mind walking for miles as long as I have my Nike cap

I doodle in my diary and scribble words which dance over my head

I want to throw my fears on unknown roads and scream “I am not afraid”

I want to dance with zombies they are way better than mean people around

I want stars, moon, dreams, kimya Dawson’s songs and fireflies to surround

I want to cricket sing me lullabies than words from my stupid boss

I am alone, tired of being upset and crying about past stories and my loss

I want topic to discuss with nice hearted man

I want to pack all worries of world in bottle and throw in sea from marine drive

Get your own song to sing

Get your own moves to dance

I don’t care what they say so I am packing all those dirty mouths

And singing my own song and taking my own steps to roads.