Hills

When the train chugged off it felt lonesome
Curtains, dimly lit place and a book
All of it felt like finally having some personal time
The hills were calling with their mist and delight
Sipping a nice hot coffee, listening to the winds howl and watching the clouds pass by in the greens
How I wish I could stay here disconnected but still in touch
Leaving everything behind
The cold drizzles of the rain in this cold weather could turn anyone into a poet
While I sit quietly noticing life go by
Just serene just pure

Blame

An idiot that I am
After all I’ve myself to blame
To the stories which weave and spun into lies
To all the feelings which lived and died
I’ve myself to blame to believing the lies
When I’m idle I think just why
The world has to deceive to give anyone a high