The shades of White.....

The Shades of White in my hair,

getting old was never a fear,

still young on numbers,

sometimes still fearing  thunders...

It doesn't bother me,

the digits in my age,

it's my soul feeling trapped,

in this worldly human cage,

I don't carve for freedom

for the soul is free from strings,

but i do wish to fly,

if i could just have wings

This shall happen when one dies,

Almighty coming down to cut your ties,

till then keep busy in this life's spree,   

for one day, we shall all be free.....