To Kurt
As the cold wind swipes my face
And the gale raise high and dances
As the morning sun plays hide and seek
And the rain dampens all your spirits meek
I, the lone wolf, is always on the move
And I don’t have anything to prove
Never to stay in one place twice
Never to pay that ultimate Price
You make noise and clamor
With your small glorified travel for praise and glamour
But have you tasted the salt of a rain
Have you ever strained your ears to the winds song of pain?
We often cross each other in the highway
To the onlookers we look same on any given day
But, don’t let it fool your own self
Unlike you all, to know myself, I don’t need help
We tread the same road but different path
Your invisible chain will bring you back to your berth
While the rain, the sun, the wind and fogs are my constant friend
You keep you visor down, complaining you try to blend
But, I don’t have a shackle of gold to hold my wings
Neither do I have a golden wings
I broke those bonds quite some ages back
And wander across the world, riding my dreams
Roby