The Echo or the Answer

Nostalgic dreams

Forgive these unsteady smiles

For some time I've been a road less

Wandered

Do you get tired

When dreaming of somewhere else?

Waking

Makes me nostalgic

For a place I've never seen but always

Been

I'm still searching

I'm scared of my own reasons for

Leaving

I wish I was innocent in a bad way

Paper air planes fall out of my

mouth

They ask how far we can glide

I made my own wasteland

Barren

Ground and empty hands

Are good for catching rain

water

I'll drink from the night

And find another place for my wings to

Land

Death is built into this body

Sitting in the middle of every

breath

So this soul screams that it is wild

Too loud to be

Ignored

I won't pretend I can't hear it anymore