I don't know if I could
make it or not,
Being disappeared in the woods
collecting memories a lot.
With a bag on my shoulder
And a camera in my hand
Until I get older;
Roaming in the sand.
Enjoying my own company
Rather being with someone;
Making every moment funny
Until I'm done.
Noting down the experiences
Trying to make a journal:
I hope I do not get lenses
And become a superb learner.
Roaming in the streets alone:
Giving everything a try
Watching the sunset at dawn
I hope I do not cry.
Exploring some adventures
Doing them for the first time,
I remember how I enjoyed
being a back bencher;
Thinking everything after school
would be fine.
I don't know if I could
make it or not,
But living in present is how
you get these dreams caught;
Maybe while sleeping I fulfill them,
For me that would not be less than a gem.

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Less of dreams and more of travelling right? Well that's what my dream is...and I want it to happen so soon...