Being Happy

Wanting to be free
She gazed at the blue, blue sky
Bruised knees bandaged
She happily sat on the rusted swing
Ink-stained fingers washed
She grabbed her lunch-box and rushed
Hand quietly outstretched
She promised the teacher better grades next
Stomach loudly rumbling
She lived for the moments in a blissful canteen spent

So bored of being a child
So bored of hearing other's tales
She dreamed of growing big and tall
She dreamed of flying high in the sky...

Tired of unending calls
She muttered a groan, a grumble, a moan
Hands on steering wheel
She was trapped in million dollar luxury
Eyes red and puffed
She continued staring at the brightly lit screen
Brain dead and numb
She struggled with ideas to impress who she hated
Smile pasted on
She cursed the world with a vengeance unmatched

So tired of being the adult
So tired of being always responsible
She dreamed of being tiny and happy
She dreamed of running naked feet on the grass....