In a land that is far, far away—
or rather yet, right there,
right where it needs to be,
and where it should always
stay, to this very day—
there are many things
that may allow me to believe.
In what, I sometimes wonder.
It could be anything... or anyone...
or even—no one.
I then ponder
the thoughts of a burning candle
that may one day soon burn out.
And as I wish not to be like this,
the harder I fight,
the easier it is.
Which is why I’ve come here,
to wherever here is.
Somewhere,
perhaps anywhere—
or just there.
In a land far, far away;
a place I made.
And as I dream
of this wonderful place,
I can hear it,
I know it...
it’s calling my name.
I’m far, far away,
yet I’m right here.
And at times,
my mind is elsewhere—
in a place I’ve yet to give a name,
in some other world
that isn’t the same
as where I am from,
nor are you.
And as I blow out
this burning kiss,
I may then realize it—