GOODBYE

I put down, I speak out
A symbol,
it disturbs the purity
lying awake dressed in white.

I dig deeper with my pitchfork
for hidden treasure
and bury old memories it its place.

I walk further
until the destination is less clear
I become the road
and disappear.

I step into new country
the ice breaks under my feet
In this place I’m too heavy
so I better start to fly

good bye.

©Copyright 2003 Damien Boltauzer.