lonely planet

travelling alone on the island

with the sense of isolation,

and the feeling of surreal

although everything soaked in the starlight

it's noon at night

if you know what I mean

we're more than a continent apart

and things go by way too fast

I want to show you what I saw

but all we've got is phone call

I guess I'll have to live with it

that's the bittersweet part of free spirit