And when you walk away,
Won’t you say good night?
Won’t you say farewell?
Won’t you look back across the dell,
Like clichés in an ancient song?
This most bitter and sweet of adieus,
To find your wings, to soar amongst clouds,
Will take up your attention soon enough,
With its bright colours and happy doves,
Its answers to wistful questions in throngs.
Promise to dive into oceans,
Befriend strange mates and odd fellows,
Partake in sweet meats and fruit wreaths,
Celebrate unbirthdays as often as you breathe,
And dream, always, to correct every wrong.
When you are ready, and no longer a stray,
When you realize confusion is as common as day,
And that structure is only part of the way,
That horror is neither black nor white, but gray,
Return, finally, to where you know you belong.
And stay.
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Written by Perfectfiresky
