I've deemed for hearts and not their parts,
Humanity is surely the thing on their charts,
Always leaving me astonished by their words,
Now I'm looking for different kind of herds.
Obviously I ain't the one who asks for glory,
No, I'm not craving for this lifelong luxury,
I don't hav any longing towards aristocracy,
All I want is a sweet escape in my own story.
I constantly dream about exploring new,
Without getting dominated by the few.
Travel vibes being the only kind of salvation,
That droves me far away from every affection.
I don't fear this prolonged nostalgia,
I lust only for a pure form of utopia,
This is where I find my concealed euphoria,
Which keeps me in the state of insomnia.
What soothes me are only the blowing winds,
The humming and rhyming of birds and minds,
What calms me is the rain which saturates me,
The roars and screams of the beasts that glee.
I'm completely fallen for the beauties of nature
Trust me I've seen them through my adventure
Roads being the arms of some undeniable lover,
Triggering an unsatisfied urge to stay there forever.
Yeah I know I'm little bit out of fashion,
But this is truly my indigenous passion,
I do have this restless desire to go on,
My soul has this journey carved upon.
I do reciprocate between reality and fantasy,
It always exhilarates me pouring a symphony
There is no longer a home for me, I am a gypsy
My wanderlust is really going to be a rhapsody.