Breeze cutting through boredom

Tearing the dullness like a knife. 

I'm sure this feels like freedom,

Bringing some joy to life. 

The clouds started crying

Tears of happiness and joy

It feels like I'm flying

Like a free bird and not a boy. 

The mountain's just in view,

Standing in a cloudy mist. 

I might not see it in a years few

'Cause the buildings will hit it with their fists.

I just hope the wind stays

And never leave me alone. 

I want it to embrace

Me and my soul, even if I'm not in the world's dome.