The real me.

I choose to walk on wet grass, tickling my toes...
Rather than strawling under a branded roof ,what you chose..
I want to breathe in the air that carries me far away from my woes..
Not the conditioned one ,that takes me close to the sorrows..
I wish to lie under the sky,whole day long..
The breeze kissing my face, and making my soul sing a song..
You want your world to be defined by glamour..
The serenity of mountains and water is all what gives pleasure..
I can spend my whole life dreaming..
Moon still follows me,is an illusion my mind is still believing..
You might call this insanity..
But its far beautiful than your fake reality..
I want to live like a bird ,who is free.
A nomad, who is aimlessly walking under shades of tree..
I want to fly away, in the deep sky painted inky blue..
Because i l prefer real,me over fake you..