I may runaway

One of these days i will do it anyway...

I know its not the only way....
But I think I might just runaway....

Away from the crowd and all this madness,
Away from the misery and all this sadness

Dont know where to go from there
If I told you would you care?

But it might be the land of belly-dancers and fire,
Or just the hidden quiet neighbourhood village-square

U might find me in a caravan one day.
or living in Poland with dogs showing the way

I might just take up a 1bhk in a 100kg plum pudding,
or I might just live inside a treehouse with just the flowers budding.

I might become the face on a one ruppee coin,
or smile at you from the next-door joint

I might be the gal who sells flowers to your Mom,
I might become the cup of coffee keeping u so warm

I can just decide to become a piper,
blowing and hooting and growing riper.

I may hide in a tattered pair of boots,
or I can snuggle in a basket of winter fruits.

I could become a blue berry muffin,
or I could just be a pink satin ribbon on a gal so stuffy.

I could be the colour on ur tickled cheek,
I may lurk in the broken boat on the creek..

U may find me hidden in your spring buds,
or I may be the dam that stops floods...

I could be anywhere and hide in anything,
So dont be too sure that am not watching.

So I guess

One of these days I will do it anyway
It might be funny but I may just runaway.