Nostos

I fight the past with dire persistence.

Through nostalgia comes a pain.

The distant days of innocence.

Through endless amber waves of grain.

 

I don’t know when I crossed the line.

And passed the point of no return.

When I abandoned peace of mind.

A privilege I will never re-earn.

 

Now that I know time isn’t free.

I will walk as far as I have to.

A peace in the sadness of finality.

To reach the place that I once ran to.

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