Returning

Nothing is found here, in this place But the world is yet there for us Floating away in finite time and we can never get there As we walk under the blazing sun we leave it behind on the way I heard some desperate noise again it may have been the soun

A part of you is ending A part of you holds on What leaves your life suspended Cradled by the sun You found what's right before your eyes Speaking like a fool You hide yourself inside your words Leaving someone else But you must leave and not turn ba