When I turned the light on and appeared
There you sat, a wounded mess
Steeped in your stuff and madness,
Stewing in your ephemeral haze,
That’s the way you went
The direction it seems, had been chosen
Or that is what you told you
If only you would have known
That over the billowing hills,
Just up the way
A field of sunshine lay
Open just about every day
But only to those
With the truest wishes, the most simple desires
To believers just Believers
These are the things that I learned
From the earth and sky
But since you can’t get by
I leave you here hoping someday you will fly
For now, Stew away in your stuff and mess
But as for me, I’m going so bye.
© Sima Pendharkar May 2013