Among this crowd of vain
All engrossed in pain
I wait for the train
To a white mountain
They say it’s a place
Far away from this race
Where nature & god’s grace
Lay in a warm embrace
Where the birds play
And the squirrels run gay
where the setting sun’s ray
brightens a loner’s day
but the train’s too late
and yet I lie in wait
with a will that wont abate
and wont settle with mere ‘fate’
So I run with all my fire
And Will walk if I tire
Freedom aint just a desire
It’s a need no one can mire
Once there , I wont miss
The busy world & its piss
I'll be lost & maybe
reckless
And in rain, his lips I’ll kiss
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