This world is now encased in a dreary fog,
Things once clear are now vaguely perceived.
A plague of shadow casts upon this land,
The realm of mystery within my soul.
And I am to blame.

No matter, I have lost the ability to care any longer,
I’ve made my decision, and it doesn’t involve you, or anyone else.
I harbor too much love within this body,
And perhaps one day I’ll find what I seek.
But for now, I’m done with it all.

Relationships mean nothing at this age, I’ve learned.
Words can be tossed around with little support.
So this is my ode to rebirth,
My ballad to a new life.
A life where I may rest in peace.

Maybe, someday, we shall reunite,
But for now I must roam alone.
A wise man had once said,
“Shall I ever know where I am to arrive, and when I do, will I even realize that I am there?”
Well, I shall see for myself where my final destination is.

And hopefully it will be with you.
Never mind, I’ve lost hope.
I’m sick of being a dreamer,
who gains nothing in return.

I shall stand sturdy in this mist.