As a kid, I wished for this boon (or bane) once..
The notion was so capable of putting me in a state of trance.
I would dream of the possibilities it provided,
Like a horizon that never ended
Playful, prank-ful, masti-ful were the thoughts
Never once dwelling on its intricacies
Thinking it would provide me freedom..What were the odds!
No one would then be able to catch me...
I fly high..
I fly alone..
I fly free..
But far from this fairy-land is the reality,
I hate being unnoticed, I hate being invisible
I dread being without company,
in a room filled with people, so many.
I care not for this world,
but care for the people, who form my world
I crave to be the apple of their eye
I live for thee..SIGH!!!
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