Twenty years from now I will be there, somewhere.
May be struggling or with a deluxe life. May be caught in the traffic, on the way to my work Or I will have my home as my workplace.
Alone, Married or with completely incredible life? May be amused somewhere; or crying in any corner?
Far away or very near? Will I be the same old school girl or with so many tattoos over my body? No. No. No. I don’t know if I will have your number saved or not Yes, I am talking about you. I can’t say. Sorry.
Also, My dreams aren’t loyal to me. They change always. What will be I? May be a dodgy criminal or just a wandering photographer Or Attending my ‘Best Seller Book’ sessions or just a random impassionate person?
I don’t know. I really don’t know. Unpredictable Isn’t it? Oh no! Or May be lifeless?
