Everybody seems to be drinking,
Not missing me.
Thier lifes go on.
Survive to see a complex take on what should be.
I left much hate,
A beating heart- now grieving strife.
But in my place most rise from ash;
A foot print left in virgin snow,
A whole new world i now must go.
There is no wrong for what is right
The sun will rise,
There is no night,
And in this complex take on life i closed my eyes and saw the light.
A dappled land of l.i.q.u.i.d g.o.l.d.
A million miles above the world.