Sometimes, you have to stop to find,
What you've left behind,
While on a trip from Nowhere,
Maybe you'll discover the memories of an old flame,
Or the pieces of a broken heart,
Finally, you'll remember, the day it all feel apart,
And the hour it all made sense,
The minute you took down that fence.
Perhaps you left this all behind,
Coming from a trip from nowhere.
What you've left behind,
While on a trip from Nowhere,
Maybe you'll discover the memories of an old flame,
Or the pieces of a broken heart,
Finally, you'll remember, the day it all feel apart,
And the hour it all made sense,
The minute you took down that fence.
Perhaps you left this all behind,
Coming from a trip from nowhere.
Would appreciate some feed-back, and critique. Still working on the style of the Oekaki.
