Among the walls of the room
Gasping for air in gloom
I sigh, then take a glance
To the chapter of my life in dance!
Being chained, I want to be free.
When I am free, I disagree!
My confusion is above and beyond.
This is the mood of a vagabond.
Before the sun dominates, I look at the lawn
To see the change, the age, the dawn!
Soon the rays will set afire!
Tears of clouds are what I desire.
Trees move to north and west.
They, like me, don’t know the worst and best.
The soothing breeze is free.
It’s ambiguity is like me!! …