for days I searched,
I went out of my city,
I didn't see much of the sun,
I was busy chasing and
trying to find
something that I could call mine
My identity lost a great deal of footing
and I needed something that
I could pull out of my heart
as easily as a cutting a cake,
and flaunt it,
to show it was mine, and mine alone.
never did I find it in these
beautiful country roads,
In the lines of the sea,
At the bottom of my glasses,
And I never found it
In my sleep.
When I lost hope and came back,
knowing I am numb and
I will forever be,
Locked and kept away
tightly under cold chains
made of my own inhibitions,
I found it,
And it had always been with me.
Our farewell was mine.
I still hadn't let it go.
And now, I will leave my city again,
Hoping I can leave you too
And let someone else in.