THIS LONELY STATE OF BEING

I take a lunge at the sky

I should’ve been born invisible

Now the real pain is mine

We’re indivisible

I close my eyes

to see what the blind man sees

If I could delve deep inside

Shall I be able to converge

with the salty breeze?

Every second closer to it

There’s not a single ways to avoid all this

But till the end I’ll be a non-conformist

If I close my eyes

I imagine non-solitary days

If hold my hand up in the air

I believe a wind of change will come

or all will disappear