That Can’t Be

I like to hop from the running bus,

Is it not a crazy fuss?

I wish to  jump from the fast train,

Is it not a  frantic feign?

I love  to sleep in the snow,

Is it not a strange throw?

I  want to  bathe in the sea,

Is it not a  pleasant  free  ?

I  propose to  fly  in the air?

Is it not a silly fair?

I mean to  be away from bustle,

Is it not a terrible tussle?

I want to be what I am,

No ,it is not a spam.