Homeland?


I think im born in the wrong place.

I'm the kind who'll scream in delight at grassy hills that roll all the way across the horizon;
And i'll launch myself at the green green grass and tumble all around;
Resting to stare at the endless sky blue above

I'm the kind who'll throw myself into crystal waters all float the day away;
Chasing after fishies and chilling on the fine sand, blowing bubbles below the surface.
Staring at the sun rays filtering through the waters
My heart belongs underwater

I'm the kind who loves to work with my hands.
I love crafts of any kind.
Born to a sculptor or potter or crafter of some sort
A hunter maybe
That'll be cool.

I'm not the kind who likes to sit in front of a computer all day long
Not moving
Straining my tired eyes
Or picking up calls
Or any service line
But Singapore's jobs prolly revolve all around these

I want to learn to fight
I want to play a guitar well
I want to learn survival skills for the wild
I want to bike well
I want to swim really well
I want to learn pottery
I want to improve my illustrations
I want to learn bio and geography


So restless /