Take me back to the days we laughed hard
Where the skies were always colorful
And the world was there to explore
Take me back to the nights of endless chatting
Where time felt slow and we felt close
Something that felt everlasting
Take back those words that shattered the rose colored glasses
Take back the pain that you built inside me
Take back the inconsistencies that left us trapped inside this chasm
I want to be
Free
Free to be free
Free from the chains that lead to belief
That it is okay to feel empty
Drained of the essence I used to be
Free of the image that follows like ash of a burning statue
Made of the same wood
But never something to return to
I guess there’s nothing to gain back
Nothing from the time I wasted with
The thoughts of commitment
The hope to see it
There’s nothing left
⁃ S. Tripp
