But I have my own tunes
Playing in my mind
As I walk through a row of trees
In a silent park.
It’s not that windy.
So, I’ll have to imagine that
The breeze is caressing my face.
I just feel that there’s something missing
Amidst all of this and I just think
Once again that there’s something
That’s just not right.
Maybe I’ve not done something that
I was supposed to do a long time ago.
When I close my eyes, I just see
The same park right in front of me.
But the fountain in the park
Is still functioning
And I couldn’t help but smile
At my own imagination
As I always try to picturize every single
Thing that’s out there in the real world.
I imagine them in a way that makes
Them look just fine.
Fine, in my own perspective.
There are happy faces
Right in front of me
That are preventing me to close my eyes
And picturize a better version of it.
I hope that one day, the fountain
Will start working just like before
So that I’ll not have to close my eyes
To picturize the same thing
Over and over again.