I do not belong here.
This is not the life I was meant to live.
I am somebody.
I want to get a small motor home and travel all around with a couple little dogs.
I want to explore nature and swim and fish.
I want to walk through all the little shops.
Sit by a fire at night.
Beautiful and content.
Where is this life that I should be living?
Nobody would hurt me.
No one could steal my joy