
As i walk by crossing lanes
someone from behind touches me
a humane feeling knocks me down
surprised as i feel
seldom has anyone done so in years
who is this person or
am i mistaken for a false identity?
no bodily figure as i turn back
but an aerial breeze stands in front
sad and melancholy it gazes
The look of the air reminds
a past thats beginning to unravel
clues of life i once carried break
stopped times suddenly tick
the sky color begins to looks pale
i tremble and soul within freezes
The fresh air i was used to is now dry
The air i breathed is now depleted of strength
valorless and exhausted
The once familiar air begs me to take me in
rekindle its life and provide hope
One chance, one oppurtunity
should i or should i not
Perhaps am still in a wonderland......