My eyes drop shut to the reality of a million cares
At a crossroad;
But this time I know which path to take,
A decision I hope is the best I could make,
I let go of yet another dandelion…
In the security of darkness: To hide my scars
And blind my eyes to the direction of its sashay
Its whiteness remains unfading
Yet the heart takes a dull embrace...
As a defense from the alluring tune of the dandelion
As rare as they get, I doubt I’ll catch another
A torn heart... a yearning spirit,
Yet the frayed pieces of the heart glows to the freedom of letting go
Ushering another phase, another chance to turn a new leaf in my almanac of voyage.
