been away for a while n wrote wtv was on my mind

i am a traveller, i never have ever picked where id go next and it would always be a surprise, a pleasant surprise. forsaken everything from my halfwit self of old times, i venture a whole new path. a path of my own. traveling is what i do.

truth is, i am a liar. i never had a choice but to run away. i hadnt had a choice to pick where i would stay neither whom id stay with. i lied when i mouthed a condemnation upon myself or simply must i say, i regret that i wasnt all for you, because im a liar.

i am a passerby, never familiar with any place yet have stayed on million streets and back roads of cities. for someone blessed with eyes just for quick glances, i memorized your face more than i have my own forgotten hometown. here youve given and gave your whole life, who am i to take you away from your roots? i am your home's mere guest, a passerby.

i am a deserter. i leave with those whom i have known for i am not familiar with anything else. if i had met u then, i would have stayed and took it all in just to wait for the third call of morning roosters. for someone who will leave for unjust tones and stares, i daydream to have you forever. i am someone who leaves, i am a deserter.