I try to put on a brave face
like that of a mountain
yet even it can be displaced
by a mustard grain of faith.

So why am I still climbing
this imaginary ladder
when I should be flying
upon divine wings.

Trying to reach that untold treasure
within your chest
I lost the map
and never had the key
I forgot the facts
like you forgot me.

When you no longer wanted me
even though you're all I could see
I have to leave
just so that I can breathe
catch my breath
and gather the pieces which are left.