The Homecoming

I was suppose to choose one, fairy tales or drugs

And I chose the fairy tale which drugged mea

Kneeled down on punishment when asked fr truth

Blatantly I lied to save the truth.

Floating on the sea, facing the sun

I realized, m getting high in turn, on life.

I am a bit of ‘you’, and ‘am a bit of ‘I'

Then why you forcing me to be ME

I left this world on one funeral

and on the other came back from the eternal

I found you standing on the platform,

Forlorn, applauding my return.

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