An unfiltered midnight thought

I want to be a bird , flying to somewhere from where I can see the whole city but it can’t see me, I want to be someone about whom people won’t worry but I want to be someone without whom your World will fall apart . I want to be a kind old man who helps  everyone but when the sun sets he silently suffer for bowl of rice . I want to be the wicked woman who never struggles for living, she has all the comfy matress and soft pillow yet can’t fall asleep. I want to be the tune of The beatles who flashed a golden summer in a young mind . I want to be the chubby kid dancing on terrace, ridding bicycle, unaware of world . I will probably want to be 19 again  listening to The beatles , writing the most random thing , creating delusional scenarios in my mind and post this on my Instagram. I want to stop thinking how you want to get over of the past blue footprints .