Why do we chain our legs to the speed
And fall in love with everything on the way?
Why do we jump from heights with no fear to be alone
And look for some feathers to fly the the skies for company?
Why do we derail from the tracks you engine your train on
And still run straight with a fear of being lost?
No one is lonely
As long as they dream
The thoughts will make you
Slave though free
Weak though strong
Surrounded though alone
Like those marsupials
We grow odd with bags on
Full of dreams and desires.
No wonder I see freedom as illusion
As the very thought of being free is carrying a desire.
So is everything.
Ours is to evolve not to grow old
Move one but not to survive.
Why do we chain our legs to the speedAnd fall in love with everything on the way?
Why do we jump from heights with no fear to be alone
And look for some feathers to fly the the skies for company?
Why do we derail from the tracks you engine your train on
And still run straight with a fear of being lost?
No one is lonely
As long as they dream
The thoughts will make you
Slave though free
Weak though strong
Surrounded though alone
Like those marsupials
We grow odd with bags on
Full of dreams and desires.
No wonder I see freedom as illusion
As the very thought of being free is carrying a desire.
So is everything.
Ours is to evolve not to grow old
Move one but not to survive.
Aroon Che
