Standin' on the gallows with my head in a noose Any minute now I'm expectin' all hell to break loose People are crazy and times are strange I'm locked in tight, I'm outta range I used to care, but things have changed I left home when I was 16, and I am going to be 22 in another 6 months. You would tell me 6 years outside home is nothing. But when I started the journey what all I thought I would land up to be. And oh my god, have I landed up to be someone lyk dat or what...errrm. * This is MY LIFE. And I have understood it in bold letters, underlined and period. I want to do everything before I think I wont be able to do most. I want to have random fun, study hard, if possible travel Europe. I want to paint, and dance and swim in random lakes in the womb of deep forests and bake sweet bread at home. I want to put alta on my feet and wear silver anklets, I want to dry my hair in the sun. I want to make mango pickles and guava jelly. I want to run till I run out of my breath. I want to sketch the random things on paper with charcoal. I want to overwhelm people with happiness. I want to make crying babies smile and do my bit in fighting for the rights. Is it too much ? I don't think so. As long as I have the passion and conviction, we can do BIG things in this BIG world. * I re-read it and oh my god do I sound like such a naive kid or what, and some of you might be either laughing or grinning reading that. But then why should naivety be laughed at?
