Mountains

I like mountains. 

I like islands. 

I like being alone. 

But I live in a city, 

I can't be like this, 

I gotta communicate, 

I gotta live. 

There's a breeze in my mind,

A coldness on my skin,

But in front of my eyes,

I see only people.

Waves of people,

Floods of people,

Many people,

Hundreds,

Billions.

There are things that I wish,

That I want to believe.

Things that make me smile.

There are things that I want,

But not what I need,

But there's no stopping the longing.

I stood on a mountain,

I stood in an island,

I heard a gentle breeze.

But when I opened my eyes,

My gaze was filled,

Once more, 

An ordinary day.