How Can I Run Away
How Can I Run Away1 min 14.2K 1 min 14.2K
My gypsy spirit feels shackled
Tied in the ribbons of life.
Alarm clock mornings, it wants to break free from.
It wants to lie down in the bower of flowers.
With sun rays and dew drops bathing the ache away.
Sprinting with the spring fragrance
It wants to reach out to the clouds
Light spirited, scudding across the fearless white foam.
How much it craves to be lost in the silent snowy mountains
Or to be born a fish in fathomless forgotten oceans.
Tired it is of monotonous walk on the long black roads
Tired it is of crossing the daily routine doors.
The dazzling lights blind it
It searches for silent corridors
Far from the screaming crowds
Far from the cranky call outs
It wants to hide in and breathe serene calm
O how it wishes to nestle in the monks arms.
O gypsy spirit then why hesitate
Go, the new robe awaits........
It can't.....it can't run away
I hear chirruping and sobs on my back
I see dreams growing wings
Those eyes hands feet look like me
How can I spill the pearls on the field.
I have to continue with my shackled voyage
Those chirruping need an open safe sky.