Pack your shit, Time to go home.

We’ve come too far,
Too far from our own self
Woh, afraid to confront,
We have become rivers,
Don’t know about ’em.

I have lost that fearless prick we say,
Mourn over the time we have lost
Deep down we know,
We are just fearful of becoming fearless again.

Who held you back,
I guess the time, you thought of being held back as.
It feels sad to let that self be gone,
But mind, converse to what we think, is to be honed.

Breathless were cries of help,
Senseless were the tears that were Shed,
Baseless were the thought that were flushed
Looked for the solutions, only got “focus on your breath”.

Feels good, to let that self live,
Great that, he might never bother me again,
Or will he?
Even if he does, I will travel alone, the devastating uncharted terrain.

The other side may not have light,
Things might not be all okay.
Who cares if the light on the other side is of another train,
How lame was I, too afraid of being a lame.