Whispers

As the wind blows, as the rains fall, as rivers chart their own path, They were all born to be free. As the flowers flutter in breeze, as butterflies roam the earth, as the birds enjoy their day, we were also born to be free. Make your own path, Think your own way, Do as you like, For you were born to be free.

Where chaos rules the roost, and money fuels life, Men decieve not others but their own heart. Here comes the new age, when society falls to doom, but ego wins hands down for those one or two. Loud words win over, Sensible talk fails all, Proving yet again Success stays not for long. Amid crazy races in directions many, searching for the fertile mirage run one and all, hurting all over but stopping not till the end. I walk alone, through lone paths amid deserted streets and mighty trees, Reveling in every moment in the peace and bliss it holds within.