Leaving today will bring the tears.
Tomorrow arrives, where is the sorrow?
All the things we didn’t know,
is leaving without warning.
A loss, they say, implies a found.
You push me further into the earth.
You can’t comform my soul to spurt,
to shift and turn, refusing rebirth.
The questions are hidden,
I see the lies,
The trap is deeper
than we realize.
When I die,
When I go,
my tears are mine.
a loss I know.
Tomorrow’s sorrow is not yours to wallow.
Hush, my dear, leave room to cry.
The exit appears, outsmarting the spies.
There’s the horizon, the one we can’t deny,
I dare not, dare not to follow.
the one we refuse to blind our eyes.
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