Forced To a Halt
What is the pain that I feel when I reminisce about a long time ago?
It feels like a pinch … a bruise … a slow death in motion.
Who can try to comprehend the message within the flow?
Who can fly over the moon and despite the tempest bring the potion?
I thought it would be easy … I would just cross the sea.
Pushed by ambitions, my life would take its place,
A bit like in a dream, I would adjust to thee.
As a piece of puzzle, fall right into my place.
Oh, so wrong was I! Oh so torn I became!
My yearning for adventure suddenly fell apart.
“No more moving around” would soon become my name!
As I slowly lose sight … as I slowly depart.
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