leaving
just a silhouette I leave behind
the broken mass of towers
and all the grey undying trees between
the city’s polished streets
first time I hardly felt a thing
didn’t know what i was doing
or what to expect
now my eyes have seen much more
I know what to expect
independence
going back to unexpected treasures
into a life of many shells
going back to newfound pleasures
into so many different hells
