If I have to write an intro for myself, this is it..

Sometimes, 

I peep into a parallel world

In the back of my head

Living in a song strumming ukulele 

Like a leaf floating in wind

Over a field of irises

Free from apprehensions 

Most certainly thats me, real one

Not the one that has to be 'ideal' 

Not as a concept or calculated virtues

I'm all caughtup and lost in that sphere

Oh then, somebody knocks at the door

Its the over civilized world 

Sounds good for nothing

Time that has no control

And me, laughing at myself.

Its funny.