I love to count the stars staring the blank sky
I love to hunt the shadow behind the moon
I love to feel the gentle breeze wherever I lie
I love to get lost in the dreams of noon
I like to hit the lofty clouds flying high
I love to knit daylight with the gloom
I love to kiss the leaves in the summer
And hope to be the spring water soon
So people call me, psycho…!!
But you can’t call me so
because most of YOU are like ME.