Looking…
Receding…
Thought i was standing by
Kept looking…
I now reside in the town
i was born to live.
It was a rolling process.
Your eyes refuse to comprehend
the elusive but simple reality.
My love so plain
With few gentle scratch
Stylized patterns
can be visualized.
And you thought i just disappeared
right in front of you
when i slowly faded away.
The crown weighed my head
from your magnetic eyes
Though i see them in my mind,
in my far-away journey
But my clan cried for my presence.
Wanted to wash the dishes
off your crowded mind,
but where you live–
close to the left side of the Past
i was not made to dwell there
I had to go.
My land needed me.
Tomorrow chants my name.
The future needs my present.
I’m gone.