I'm like those gases
That comes out of the flame
Which mixes with the air and vanish
Like they never existed
And be gone with no trace to be found.
I'll leave you fuming,
melting and burning,
And enjoy this life
As a wandering free spirit,
And enjoy those moments
Being one with the nature.
Try if you can track me or trap me,
I'll find my ways out of this,
This secluded container that suffocates me.
I'm sure there's no way,
You'll ever have me.

- Keerthana Muthiah