how i wish i am free from sales figures, time, customers and everything and everything.
that would give me ample time to savour my 'language of sycamores' and others,
i would sit in starbucks and sip and see the world go by.
i would allow the wind to blow kisses on the face,
and watch the dancing of the leaves,
what a seemingly perfect day,
as if all worries and thoughts are gone like the bubbles that fly up the sky.
give me time to laze, daze and gaze,
goodnight stars and moons.