I’ve still got a long way to go
before I can return.
I long to go back and finish the things
I’ve left behind, unfinished.

I was to be on a journey
to secure my ongoing dream.
Yet I falter over simple stones
while treading the pass of looming boulders.

It’s not that I don’t appreciate the present days.
I’m just yearning for the sky I once loved.
I don’t pull a sad face as if I’ve fallen victim,
as if I want the pity.

I laugh at the fear,
Can you hear me?
Tears aren’t the answer to my problems.
My cheeks refrain from glistening.
I stand, waiting in the labyrinth of emotions,
unable to see the exit.

I want to live in peace,
Just like how I dreamed it.
Why do I keep running
from that thing called time?

I’m screaming,
voice breaking,
up toward the weeping clouds,
Strewn over the soaked grass of the field

I shut my eyes, volume increasing,
Can you hear me?