On The Way Home, I Wrote A Poem
In ways, I can’t comprehend how, I always knew
Maybe it was paranoia, maybe it was a sixth sense
Maybe it was fear or just the knowledge that within time everyone leaves
Everyone else did, and everyone else will too
Before I was born, every bridge was destroyed
Every path that leads me to the world was erased from the only map God handed me
How will I come to you?
How will I find my place?
There’s no compass telling me where the North is
Now I see that my North was always your South
I wonder, in sweet moments of nothingness, if anybody ever understood anything I ever said
Am I like everybody else?
And I just can’t accept it?
Last week they asked me “¿Cuales son tus miedos?”,
I should’ve said “You”
I should’ve said “Not being met halfway”
I should’ve said “Everything”
I should’ve said “My mind”
The little child in me still lives in fear and confusion
They still appear to tell me “Everything will fall apart,
Everyone will leave.
They’ll disappoint you”
Because everyone does,
You’ll too
I’m on my way home,
Thinking I don’t want this to end
But like everything else, I can feel the endpoint reaching it.
