Contentment

Well its ok, its fine, No reasons needed, no need to define, Season changes, the days pass by, You go on dreaming with wide open eyes. If this is what you call 'love', If this is how its meant to be, If it promises the freedom of doves, But tame you within those written boundaries. Then i don't need any of these, These were never my ways, I don't need your pathetic reasons, To justify the words that I say. I am mere emotions, I demand to be free, Run the wild open spaces Contemplating the beauties of mystery, Change my ways, the way I want, Whenever I feel like, like the wind And a brown leaf's magical dance. Sail the waters, stormy or calm, Piercing those waves, breaking your charm, And even if I perish, if my sun don't shine, Remember; Its ok, its fine...