Under the Stars : A travel poem.

The pain, the stress, the drama, the trauma
Was coming to me in a loop
So i decided to go sleep under the stars
No boundaries, no measures, no roof

As i reached the place, quiet and sound
My unexplored mind was in for a race
Thoughts were given rest for the night
No ways, no maze, no chase

The world i saw there seemed surreal
The stars were creatively placed
The wind was all music to my ears
No anguish, no empathy, all grace

Out came a shooting star
Cherry on top of cake
And i had my wish ready
No breaks, no stakes, no remakes

We live in a world that is confined as hell
What will happen next is hard to tell
One person supports and 99 people yell
It becomes so difficult to dream and dwell

I still lay there, under the stars i think of all good things
"The world isn't confined anymore", a star says and it winks
I wink back, i think back to the time my mind was last so free
Sherlock came to my mind and said, "You don't observe, you see"

Sometimes life is fire, sometimes its ice
In every situation you have to stay nice
The whole sky awaits you with suprise
At no prize, no price, all rise.

Under the stars with the wind and breeze
The darkness , the nature the environment to seize
In the moment slowly and steadily my eyes started to freeze
And i was no worries, no more pains, all sleep

Irony hit me when i opened my eyes
I was under the blanket, in my bed all that time
Under the stars was just the imagination i brought
No stars, no winds , all thoughts.