I would then, Stay .
I am a nomad of thoughts Sometimes I flicker from wisdom into oblivion , And then I'm gone, As if I had never existed. Sometimes I stroll through the woods, whose grasses have withered, With my own tiny, trembling feet. Sometimes I stare at trees, which I assure you, with a faint belief, have grown older with me. Sometimes I become a lone audience - To the trickling drops of water, Traveling to some place I can only imagine. Sometimes I'm in the middle of daily cacophony Where shoulders are brushed Yet none ever meet. Sometimes I'm in a glittery sunshine Or a sparkling dusk But Both of which entice me with superficiality. In all of these times , Wherever I am, I am not. I'm like those who never wander, like those who've never seen a tree, And never felt the rain. I'm one whose dusks are darkest And whose dawns hold no sunshine. It's like I've never been there Wherever I've been. It's like I've always been distant, Not here, Away. ...