You left
You are the departed
In every real sense there's no accomplishment
We're what's left
A shadow of a former self
A ghost of homes and friends
And broken promises you can't keep
You complain that the only time we've made an effort
To talk to you is when we wanted something
Well look who's talking now?
I hadn't heard from you in three months
I a**ume that you're okay
Because there wasn't even as much as a "hi, how's it going?"
I understand that you've escaped
The life and the fines and the money takers
But you also escaped us, you escaped me
You know I always thought I would be the one
Who grew fed up with you, not you with us
And yet I'm okay, I'm fine I think
Not that you would know
I'm not ungrateful for what you've done
But can you blame me for hating what you've become
You tell yourself you're set in stone
The same person you were back home
The hole you left remains a blow
To me I need to make this change
I tell myself I'm not the same
A different body, different brain
Your mistakes are not ingrained
It's up to me to make the change
"Oh frail city!
Where strangers arrive
Pushing into cracks
There to abide
Oh blue city!
Old friends gather sighs
At the foot of docks
After the tide
Uncrowned city!
Where sparrows alight
In spider tracks
On sills well high
Doomed city!
Closing comes the night
History awakens
Here to abide"
Frail Age
Fisher kel Tath