going green.

....
i wish i can be there
yeah,just like in the picture
everywhere i walk,vines of concrete jungle jog along
when earthly desires finds a place to rest its head
i yearn for a single,green,tall tree to lean on
i try to take shelter from our own cause,our plague,our misconception and ignorance.
then i ask to myself,will i be able to keep this thought of liberalities?
will i stand aside and watch while the root is rotting?
then a simple statement,a deep-born answer follows ;

"no"

i then looked at myself,i know exactly where i am,where i should be,and what i really want
but i know my place,i know~
there comes the moment where my head turns light,n my thoughts just....stopped.
a guy can dream,its best to not abandon all hope.
for now,i can only manage to keep dreaming



now where the hell is the tree.where the hell could i find tranquility?