I laid my head and dreamed of friends,
Their laughter echoes in faraway corners,
Still and frozen in time, they stay
My journey took me far away.
It is true, we move in a world made of trailing paths
But the friends who stay behind forget we have gone
Only to bring back the gift of stories
To broaden lives and enhance thoughts
Shared with passion and sincerity
Still they hide in shadows.
As time locks in repetitive monotony
And homecoming reminds me of the tale
Of why I went away.
I wake I move I sleep
I wake I move I sleep
I wake I move I sleep
I wonder why we yearn possessions
gathering
A circle of want.
Tied and bound
Then away fall the ties and freedom is fair
To seek the friends newly found.
