Here I go
Fly away
A pre-mature leg
On a mature day.
Go as I had come
Feel as I did
Stepping forward into the past
With nothing to bid.
Hunger, anxiety, solitude
All friends of mine
I think of no tomorrow
And go back in time.
Some smile, some don't
I feel the pressure
Of decisions and life
And being as I were.
I Let go of one
Yet hold on
Promise to look back
For the moments gone.
I feel strong
Like never before
My heart feels the pain
And my eyes are sore.
Bag in one hand
In another my mess
I clutch to the feeling
Of nothing-ness.
I listen hard
Two devils at my neck
One screams "Go"!
The other is a wreck.
So, here I go
Fly away
A pre-mature goodbye
To learn the mature way.
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