Away from Here

Don’t ask why I have my ears plugged

I’d rather not be here, rather not see or talk with you

Don’t ask if I’m fine either

We both know you don’t care, and trust me, that’s absolutely fine

As a child, I spent my siesta in tears, happy tears

I’d imagine the worst and cry but yet I was happy

Now it’s all happening.  I have been here before!

But still, for the enormity of my sorrows, I am unprepared

Like every pain, I say, soon it shall pass

When I take a step into happiness my planet shifts

Who have I wronged, why is my universe upset?

I need another life; this bag of tears soon shall fail

I’d wish the pain disappears

I’d hope I don’t get stabbed by the hand I loved

I’d hope my mind will stay in the present

But I quit hoping... I know it’s all a dream

Whatever the end is… The end of pain or of dust

It will come, and quickly too

For then will peace come and the vanity called life shall be over

And as with my childhood, I’ll find the joy in my sorrow.

From a troubled mind.