Away, Away

Away, Away
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​and back again
Through unknown days
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​and rays that bend
Away, Away
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​through thick and thin
For I’ve no other way

The world spans wicked thicket marshes
Moutains tall as ten-day marches
Fields and fields of golden starches
Out beyond these walls

And there be skies that dance with dreams
And there be thoughts that pour with streams
And there be lands that pop the seams
Of all we’ve ever known

We’re all alone, I’ve come to see
In terms of what we’re going to be
And we can catch what others free
And say that it’s our own

Or we can stand alone and say
Perhaps it’s time
Away, Away

For there’s a world that’s calling me
And if I’ve not the mind to heed
Then how to say that I am freed
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​of all that holds me back?

Away, Away
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​sweet comforts worn!
Away, Away
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​I must be torn
To find a way to be reborn
A way, time and again

And true, I will return my friend
I simply need the time
To dive into the deeper end
Of what I have in mind

For there’s a world inside of me
that needs to be explored

Away, Away
I say again

It cannot be ignored

Reviews

[phantom pains]

External and internal exploration defined beautifully. I can imagine reading this in the (literal) mountains you write of.

[Jamestown]

Well written and expressed, if there is something inside that needs to be explored
it will bug you until it's been discovered and tried, I speak from only my experience!
Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[Crispy]

Thanks kindly. I appreciate the words you word with, spoken open-heartedly.

[Perkele.7885]

It is time to spread our wings and fly away, away! Do not, hold back! Soar, soar some more.