Magic In The Monsoon Air

I look at the world,

From the height of my balcony,

With a chai in my hand,

Staring at the clouds float by,

Breathing in the monsoon air,

And there's a different kind of magic in it,

Like the magic you feel when you're in love,

The kind of magic that makes you feel alive,

The kind of magic that transports you to another world,

And I walk right back,

Into a world,

That doesn't feel like that anymore.