This plane will take me away from the familiar to a new place
Do I really want to leave them behind?
Do I want to pack my bags full and fly
There are so many things that I want to bring along
Do I really want to leave them all and just be gone?
I will ponder in the night
For my next plane flight
What do I want to leave behind?
Will I be left behind?
What will I leave when I
Take my plane seat I
Don't know where I'll go
Or what I'll leave behind
Will what I leave behind
Be good enough for all of them?
Will I be a memory
Or just be lost in between
I wanted to leave
Felt like I didn't need
This place where all the people say
That they all want me this way
I've always been told
Importance that I hold
But I've never felt it
At least not yet
I will ponder in the night
For my next plane flight
What do I want to leave behind?
Will I be left behind?
I'm not sure I want to leave
There's too many things that I can't let go
If I leave will things change
Or will they stay the same?
Everything I've known
Will fall before me
Everything I've shown
Will just be a memory
A passing thought
For only a penny
This place I was in
Was too much for me
I wanted to escape it all
I didn't want to keep falling
Down below my own mind
But sometimes I didn't mind the noise
I will ponder in the night
For my next plane flight
What do I want to leave behind?
Will I be left behind?
I'm not sure I want to leave
There's too many things that I can't let go
If I leave will things change
Or can they stay the same?
Where I will be
Just unmarked land
For me to journey
Through endlessly
I'll step around
And feel the sound
As I walk through
Uncertainty
I will ponder in the night
For my next plane flight
What do I want to leave behind?
Will I be left behind?
I'm not sure I want to leave
There's still too many things that I don't want to let go
If I leave will they all change
Or will they please just stay the same?
Plane flight please take me to a place
Where I will flourish
But please leave a trace of me
Who will I be when I finally land
And what will they all think of me?
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Ceiling Strings
PuisiAn album of poems that are about things on my mind I guess 'Can you feel the ceiling strings Moving down where they're reaching For the phone to show themselves some more'
