Ahh, To pack it all up
And just go and leave,
Trade this nothing for everything today!
Or will I be trading everything I am,
For nothing of value this way?
To run from this nowhere
Present, put behind and be gone!
Or will I be leaving everywhere,
For nowhere that I belong
Where is thought
Without intuitions guide,
And born instinct
Not knowing its way?
How do we know if it’s here we belong,
Continue searching or contently stay
Is it temptatious lust that pulls us there?
An argument can be exchanged
Or a Temporary insanity, where tomorrow,
I won’t want a change
For now I’ll let the evening pass,
Let Intuition, Instinct rest
They have been my dearest friends
In life, my very best
I trust tomorrow they’ll be back
With answers by my side
Hasty thoughts of a this runaway,