I just want to walk for hours without talking
I just want the wind to be my only companion
The road my only guide
No destination, no mission,
No one to meet, no one to see
Just me with the elements of nature
No promises to keep, a life of solidarity I seek
For no reason at all, for no reason whatsoever
I do not fear the world or its people
I do not fear what destiny holds for me
For I do not believe in destiny
I believe in choice
Those that have been made, are being made
Will be made...
This feeling is real, an explanation not warranted ..
The sweet nothingness in the sound, I hear,
The calm hesitant demure in children, I see,
The masked difference, I feel among the people,
The land I know as Kashmir...
Questions on answers and undeterminable thoughts,
Cutting across doubtful consolation,
Heaven on earth run by the devil,
Paradise unscathed but scarred...
Friends as one person they greet always,
In a group, the "altruists" meet,
Setting thoughts so whorish in innocent sights,
All they think of, is to fight...
Fight to justice, Fight to judge,
Fight to destroy, Fight to kill...
The kids so innocent, still will,
Believe what they say to them, Believe what they're 'shown',
The belief is fanaticism... Cant they understand,
Mohammed doesnt love your children more than ours,
He doesnt love YOU more than us, He loves all, all but ONLY those,
He doesnt love, only those he is not in favour of...
The ones who use his name to 'cleanse' the world.
