Sometimes, I want to get lost
deliberately and with charisma
I won't regret this decision
At least with my present state of mind
I love the way it feels
To escape - then not have a destination
Just walking along with my mind scattered
And my instincts in control
To follow the footing of my steps
How sadly-beautiful that I could have been ignorant of this feeling
If I never had a wound at all
And I wonder if we get pulled down from the cliff
Into this endless river
To learn how to swim and
soar
To the top all by ourselves, again
My conclusion is that
This space was created for both falling and getting up
At least, a beautiful sky can turn into a fierce storm
But this does not mean that the storms are bearable
It does not make the current
easy to control or manoeuvre
But I know this at least
I want to get lost and then be found again
By myself and resurrect as a new being
Like this me never existed, even for a second
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.
46.508 SRY