As I get up in the morning, serene and fresh,
Holding hopes and feelings in this human flesh,
Rushing around like a maniac,
but at a tortoise pace sipping my tea,
I ponder upon the events my day will see.
Growing up in the city where rain comes as soon as the sun shows its zeal,
Surroundings with comfort has always been my feel.
My days as monotonous as the crow sounds on the nearby tree,
I ponder if this city will ever set me free?
As it's time to start my day, I set my foot out the door,
Ending up on the Oh so familiar streets.
The trees and the city choking me, not letting me escape.
As if it believes I forever belong to its landscape.
Or maybe I really belong here?
The city where one can see both mountains and plain streets?
After all the rivers as well flows into their destined seas.
With these beliefs I wish to acquire,
I let the monotony of my life prevail over my desires.