HORIZON

The day starts with dreams,

you cannot even count them,

am drifting on a million wings

to wonderland.

The day starts with the sky,

many colours I find in it

and I’m dying to be there –

my soul is a temple...

... and I will run away.

I will run away from the world

of little things,

today, I fly off – and find light.

My friend the wind,

is always restless –

I want to be there.