Reflectors shine upon the running road
Taking me to the lanes of nostalgia
Home city seems near and far simultaneously
Closer I reach, farther I feel
For I can't grasp the idea of change
The absence of loved ones
The desire to be held strong
By my own clan
The free ones!
Those that were not family
But more than that.
Those that were once
More than life.
Home city wasn't just about having a home
It was about belonging
To a society full of loved ones.
Friends to laugh with
Lovers to feel loved with
Well wishers to guide me through.
Even those who had right to scold me through
Ups and downs of life.
People who were happy and sad along with my ride.
Energies that were together upon my slide!
As I reach closer to my home city.
I fail to feel any of those cherished feelings
None to really embrace me and tap upon my shoulder and say a simple 'I missed you'.
For the time has changed.
So have the characters.
We have all changed our base points
Along with it even connections.
Past seems like a story
Felt in gentle reminders of this breeze
As peripheries of my eyes wonder
When did the swell dry up
When did the books switch?
For here only the protagonist peeps through an empty window pane
White reflectors upon dark roads
Unnamed!
~ Mystical Wanderer
