Who Am I

It's about thoughts, about freedom.. It's about traveling, about vision..

An adrenaline junkie, looking for a pump.. Always up for a run, always up for fun..

It's about my thoughts, my travel diaries.. Controlled by my actions, my inner priories..

Dreams and fears, in different atmospheres... A pain so severe, when you're not here..

I'll always be around, she said to me... She wasn't there wen I needed her, it's still a dread to me...

Into the wild, an abrupt heaven... At times forsaken, at times forgiven.. 

So vivid, yet so clear... Sometimes smooth, at times a smear..

I know I dint care, I wish I was there… Now all I can do, is just stand and stare..

Travel, Without a Destination!

The freedom to move, the freedom to speak… the breath-taking views, which make you weak…

To travel the world, with no destination… to explore the unknown, hidden in every nation…

To go beyond the roots, the face of the earth… to find your existence, to find your worth…

To look at the world, a new set of eyes… looks deep inside, deeper into the lies…

There’s no tomorrow, its only today… don’t be ashamed, to be happy and gay…

Top of the mountains, deep into the seas… above all the needs, of today’s wine & cheese…

Falling free, above the clouds… against the gravity, against the crowds…

There aint no past, aint future… it’s present that we have, the present that we nurture…

The daily grind, the daily chores… lets runaway together, break open the doors…

Let’s walk a mile, lets travel a million… you be the rider I be the pillion, I be the rider u be the pillion…