I long for my own life, and for my own song
Which I have been missing it for so long.
The eye longs for that beautiful experience
with the moon, with the sea, and the shore.
The body longs for that chilly breeze
And the struggle between them
which made all the surroundings freeze
It is eager to experience that moment
When it collides with the tides,
And go against and with them every once in a while.
My mind longs for that solitude.
Solitude with nature,
because it doesn’t wear masks.
It is not like John or Max.
It is my only friend, my only family.