I Don’t Belong Here

I don't belong here.

I belong to the wild,

where the trees grow flawlessly

and the winds blow high

I belong to that place

where creatures are kind,

where there are no signed margins

separating black and white.

I wanna escape of men 

and their selfish lives.

They kill each other in vain,

their souls are all marked with lies.

I'm meant to live among deers,

I'm meant to be in the unknown,

I'm ashamed of being called human,

society is no longer home.

In my blood there are no traces

of cruelty, lust, thirst of gold.

What runs through my veins is the essence

of forests, seas, mountain tops.

All I need are clear cascades,

cliffsides, orchids, hidden trails.

I don't need money to be happy.

Neither I need fame.

If only humans could notice

fondness is prettier than screens,

but they are too busy with gadgets

to see beauty in little things.

I don't belong here.

I belong to the wild.

I'm going back to my roots.

There is where I wish to die.