Than I have in a long time.
I never thought that what I’ve done in the past,
Would have drawn such a different line.
It’s like nothing was like what it was before,
And I’m a different person from yesterday.
Can one thousand miles have an effect on the soul?
Because I cannot live this way.
Pulled from the roots and left lying on the ground,
The exposure’s having its way with me.
I can’t return home, so I think it is best,
That in the hot sun you just let me be.
And it’s alright,
I’ve had these self-destructive thoughts in the past,
I’m just as happy to return to my bliss,
As to let this self-preoccupation last.
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