Bucz. Leaving Eden.
We’ve gotten far away,
from the cool nights.
Nights are heavy,
thinking soon.
It’s crazy how we leave so far away.
Well, maybe crazy is a strong word for packing up and moving far away.
There is a lot of beauty,
sunshine, cool hills, and beach escapes.
The feels,
like wafts down the road.
But there, there is a missing piece for wandering souls that stay in place.
So you do think about all the little things that you could do.
And you don’t really plan.
You don’t really elaborate.
There’s no great schematics,
no plots to change the world.
There’s just a walking away.
There are some nights that there is some dishonesty.
You couldn’t really put into words why you needed to go or where you were going,
or what your plan had been.
Because here you are,
very far away,
thinking longingly of the Eden that you left behind.
And it wasn’t hard,
and maybe you’ll have to leave this new spot.
After chilling in other places,
you’ve been thinking about it.
Maybe this routine,
this fear,
this not knowing lack of control,
that’s the Eden that you must always choose to leave behind.
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