In the midst of disappearance
a fleet of tears disappearing
barely looking up
fearing the sun and its message
I'm here with you in coherence
your tears smearing
across the invisible glass
that you surround yourself with,
Running away
it solves nothing.
Delaying today
it makes nothing.
Faking to play
it rewards nothing.
Just turn around and go home.
In the bright flurries of sunshine
that awake you as you lie on the sidewalk;
now, you have to deal with strangers instead of family
when you had me,
you didn't want me.
But now that you're gone
how will you take their passing glances
when they tell you that you're wrong?
Running away, still
the past can catch
Delaying today, still
the future will match
Faking to play
the present will consume
Please. Just go home.
I know I could pray my heart out
and you'd still not acknowledge God.
I could show you rights from lefts
but your sight now is just off target.
You have selected vision,
hearing, touch, but willing to taste anything
you run in search of inspiration
and run fro the ones that benefit you most.
Running away from your past
still solves nothing.
Delaying today, hiding from the future
still solves nothing.
Faking to play the present
and you will be captured
and exposed to the memory of the home you once had.
Hey! Remember that?
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Submission Name: Just Go Home
