It's About Time

It's about time, to go home.

To place my fidgety head,

On the oldest leaf that shroud the earth.

It's about time, to find the obscure.

To seek the answers,

That behold my truth.

It's about time, to face the irony.

To see the ripped soul, that traverse by.

To trace the moment, that makes me lost

And the disquiet in me shall die.

It's about time, to choose the path.

To follow the gentle breeze, that touch my heart.

To either hold upon or to let go;

So that, my ailing eyes can retain the glow.

And thus my buried thoughts can revive her bloom;

And rejoice the bliss of the maiden rebirth.

I shall dive into the ocean that your eyes conceive,

And put forth my strength, to bear the happiness or grieve.

I may see the trench, or the shore.

But I must go all the way, that I swore.

To find the reasons, for living upon;

To bring back the me, that has all gone.

To retrieve the beauty, of the beloved earth;

To count on the things, that are worth.

It's about time to go home.

And find the ways to make me roam.

Yes, it's about time,

To go home.