I got up and packed my bags,
No one knows what my adventure would become.
The streets filled with cold fog,
I walked with my head down slowly like a slug.
I don't know where to go.
South? North? East? West? I just go on with the flow.
Following the path in the night sky that glows,
Maybe I'll go back when it started to snow.
The memories and laughter I left behind,
There is so much untold stories I left on the side.
There's a lot going on inside my mind,
But who cares? There is only me, myself, and I would be there in the end of time.
The flame of a burning heart rushes to the ocean waves.
The smartest and dumbest decision I've ever made.
I'd take back all the words I've said,
But I would continue the journey I made ahead.
Escaping the reality calms the inside of me.
I just write down my own story,
I'm flying high up to the sky and I am free.
Hoping that the reality would be this happy,
Like I dreamed to be.
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elegies
PoetryA collection of my poetry and lyrics that I made during the quarantine. Lately, this became my diary. This is composed of my dreams, thoughts, feelings, and fantasy. Some of them are canon, and some of them are based on my very own experience. Somet...
