Lost

How to get lost?

In this era of findings, I wish to be nothing, To be no one,

But I have an identity, Of a sickly sweet girl,

Wanna overthrow this image,

Let it all blend into nothingness,

For once won't have obligations to see to,

No responsibilities to take care of,

No promises to adhere to,

No home to go back,

Like this wind I would sail,

To far away lands and sea beyond it,

Like a free bird or fish,

Cutting my way through strong wind or wave,

No one to stop me nor to dictate,

Wouldn't have to answer for my desires and aspirations,

Wouldn't be ashamed of loving the free air,

I wish I could get lost, And never be found.