Being lost

Being lost                                                                                               For Shiva and Kamraan




I write my dreams on the wind

And let them fly away, away

Away to a faraway land.


I have no room for my fantasies

I have no words for my tales

Untold, unread, unheard.


I have no name for the street I’m living

I have no address for my house

I have a tiny room in nowhere

But I have a vast place in universe

To wander around and being lost.


Let’s take a voyage

And go to nowhere

Nowhere is close by

I can walk and being lost.


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