Unfamiliar
Years ago
I am just a child of bicycle wounds
with stained cheeks of choco scoops
and fancy dress of pink and blue,
imitating the princess in grandma's books
Now I wanna go to an unfamiliar place
or be locked up in a murderous maze,
aiming a newly felt surge of race
my heart pounds as in time I stray
I wanna find that scent of escapade
and a bit of real life's taste,
to feed my deeply famished flesh
The sense of belongingness
with the soulful Earth's loneliness,
an unusual sound of gaiety
in this mournful battlefield
Would wander the regions out of my nest
and prepare my guns with bullets of words
I would never surrender my own soul
ready for action, away from my comfort zone
This is the time to be free
I would yearn for that unfamiliar mirth of victory
and I will do it in an unfamiliar place, best in history
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