Travel To The Mountains....

I rode down to the mountains 

Can u hear the wind whispering 

Telling me to unleash 

The mercenary captivated in me pulling through the heavy dew

The power animal roars me down to the unwalked paths.

The sun blink on my skin makes me feel 

The warmth in the coldness.

Seeing a plant grow with vigour tells me to see my potential and be a survivor 

In every remodel.

The voices of birds, 

Gushing water,

Makes me free from serene.

The silence makes me feel 

The flow of blood in my veins 

I can hear my heart racing ready to be unconstrained. 

Making me the more

 The person...

Which cannot be always leashed.

I want to be a traveller

 From heart 

Following undefined path

That I can feel every inch of me 

Wanting to see the paths 

That is undiscovered.......