I am to know, I am to face it:
Where is this Eden promised long?
Where? Where are you? My spring, my lone?
Will this war end once and for all?
My spring, my summer, my lost August,
Will you become my lost long muse?
For I am here, I wait, no hope,
But just a dream I wish came true.
I wish I knew this road before me,
For I don't want to back again,
The one behind became a new one,
For now I'm lost, been led astray.
For now I see, there is no promise,
There is no you, you've never been,
But I'm relieved, I am at home
If only "you" were now with me.
3, April
2018
Where
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