While you were gone

Now that you're gone

Of course for not that long

I've looked around all over

It's like a mangled nest with a

Dying bird.

Weren't any words to say it

Or

any way to put it.

The path that I've travelled

Many dreams that I've chosen

It's my very fate that I've written

No one to blame but myself.

Shrugged off the past

With second to second longing for your return.

Once you're back

If this would be the progress in propose

I do not know how much more

I can take or would I be

Able to take

So long Baby and have a nice time.

Dying man wish

Defected birth

Deserted youth

It's between me and

Everyone else

Wasn't any wrong

Then

Either

Wasn't any right

Dreams weren't allowed

Directions weren't permitted

Rather

Did what was told

It has eaten the adult years

Before anything come to

Realize

By the time

Power to change the

Inner world

Paralyzed

By the outer dirt

Wishful thoughts

Wasted willing fully

Have reached the years

Where

Green on other side

Any time can seen

All have left is

Dying in a remote

Not wanting any ones pity

Don't want the

So called loved ones to

Mourn day or two

Rather

Escape in infinite.