Colours

Colours of the sky are golden in colour,

A rich fire of passion and desire

Of new hopes and goals, a brand new vision

Every new day I gazed upon the celestial ocean

 

Dreaming of new places to be, not here

Not there, but somehow everywhere

New lands of exotic folk, following strange idols

I long to be there, and not here; a traveller has always been me

 

But here I am, stuck in this prison

Searching for a key that may no longer exist,

I continue to look, in every crevice

Hoping that one day, I shall be there, not here, somehow everywhere

 

In that land of exotic folk,

Finally at home.

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