A foreign land beneath me, A different sky, it seems, I wonder what has brought me, Apart from this west bound wind, What strange force compelled me, change my stone set views? To jump aboard this paper-plane, to fly across the seas. A sudden ill-bred whim, Spontaneity, the curse. So nature has brought me, so I was carried, this journey was predetermined, this lonely silence, my song. From within, a sheet of steel, and I wrap it round my heart and head, a self contained shield. It weighs me down, I drag my feet, So I trip over these foreign stones. And these alien trees scream, Oh, they scream so loud, Tempting words of love, to make me drop my guard, I know I must, To return from whence I came, I must. And it’s not as bad as I feared it would be, All the words were true. I’m just another anonymous soul on a journey to nowhere, not to be given any more attention then the next. So I take that as my security, And I feel like I’m floating, On a cushion of air, All the way back home.
Reason for writing:
My friend has just went away to England, so thius one's for her. Good Luck over there Jen!
Birth sign: Pisces
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