I want to live somewhere else.

Not in the city or here;

Not in the town or that village;

Not even over there.

I want to live somewhere else.

Not where pitched, the tent of sorrow;

Not where hearts are starved of love.

Not where there’s no promise of the morrow.

I want to live somewhere else.

Somewhere far, far away.

Not somewhere like my world,

Where hopes are being shattered day by day.

I want to live somewhere else.

Where I’m received for who I am;

And not for what I get.

Where I can dwell in solitude and calm.

I want to live somewhere else.

Somewhere amongst the stars.

In that land of no rain nor sunshine;

In that land beautiful like the summer sky.

I want to live somewhere else.

Where I crave nothing else but me.

Where I can dwell in harmony with myself;

Where I’m like the sea,

Weird, beautiful, and free.

This was written by our contributing writer, Emmanuel Gleekia.