6Alone on a sunny morning
I walk slowly
Down a quiet road
I hear only the song of early birds
And the endless talking
I do in my mind
It's often rare
That I get to think alone
When there are crowds nearby
There's never a chance
To think on my own
I feel disrupted
The taps of million footsteps
And strangers' cold glares
They make me shiver
It's as if they are psychic
As if they can read my mind
And I feel blinded there
I want it where I'm alone
Out of the crowds
Where I can be on my own
I've always preferred solitude
To get my mind out of things
Not held by my pressures
And worries
It's when I can think
When I can feel and see
Walking down this road
It's peaceful and calm
I've got what I wanted
It's already paradise to me