I miss you
Myself, recurring
flapping through petals
of time

Rejecting the one by
My parents

Embracing, accepting
the One True Self
born into Mine.

Everything has an ending.
You favorite song gets annoying,
Your friendships fall apart,
Your passion evaporates,
Your book has it's last dot,
Your life ends.

But every ending is a beginning.
You find another song,
You connect with other friends,
You discover new feelings,
You read another book,
The memory of your being stays alive.

Every cicle has an ending,
So it can start fresh again.

Then one day
After a long wait, he did return
Our eager adventurer
The roving ambassador
His old glimmer and gait intact
He appeared unchanged
But when he narrated his tales
There was a ***** pitch
The air was different
The unfamiliar words he spoke indecipherable
The strange places he had visited
Could not be known
And as we listened we wondered why
Influenced he certainly was
For, after his efforts
He had forgotten his native tongue
He had unlearned his past
Could it be
His visit to a new world
Had rendered him vulnerable
Made him lose track of his actuality
And forget what he ever was
Maybe he had created a world for himself
And only returned to include us
We might never know

Morphing objects, breathing walls
Gypsy caravans, market stalls
Roads to nowhere
Visions in mind
Where people are free happy and kind
Out there somewhere yet to discover
Chatting freely amongst one and other
As seasons go by people come and go
Letting go of what they used to know

Intertwined lovers
hands discovering new skins
lips locked and hazed eyes

****** on my hands
dripping blood
hands all red
reached inside
ought to **** my mind
wear all white
killer holds a gun
run
run Little One
there's no God
no one to pray to
no one to save you
fire back
black

I need to travel alone
I need to travel completely and entirely by myself

Are you sure?
I mean, who will ever be sure to be so alone?
The voices are too loud when nobody else is talking, right?

But I need to travel alone
I need to travel completely and entirely by myself
I need to make peace with the voices in my head

Aren’t you afraid? Aren’t you insecure? Wouldn’t you be so lonely?
Afraid, insecure and lonely I’ve felt my whole life being surrounded by people
Maybe I’ll feel less alone when I find my freedom

But, honey, the unknown is so frightening
Wouldn’t at night everything seem so evil?
I’m not sure, I mean, nothing is more chilling than sleeping with your demons

So I need to travel alone
I need to travel completely and entirely by myself
Partly because I want to
But desperately because I need to