Departure

Not enough space to dance with your date,
But it’s not so important, no - one can get to you.

Not enough light to read your favorite book,
But it’s not so important here, as silent as falling snow.

Not enough spare clothes to change into once in a while,
But it’s not so important to you, now you are in exile.

Not enough food to fulfill your hunger,
But it’s no so important `cause a thread ties your mouth.

Not enough entertainment to thoroughly satiate your needs,
But it’s not so important, now you are in peace.

... Be... See... Fly... Die...
... Think... Was Born... Now you are Gone...

It is not the way of all flash, some can go through and some get stuck on the mesh...
It is for you decide what is wrong or right...
But even the Sage of the Kingdom, Master of puce clouds can be mistaken...
That’s why you always rely on your inside voice...
Even if it’s saying balderdash...