Maybe leaving is tough,
Moving out from your home,
Leaving your job,
People you see everyday,
Wake up with and end your day,
People whom you made bonds with,
Strangers who became your friends,

Leaving your heart though could be impossible,
Unless it’s broken,
Left inside the walls made of glass,
Those walls,
Those endless walls made of deceiving diamonds that you harvest from the bottom of my aspirations,
Walls made of internal apprehension,

It's my wish for my eyes to bring me thoughts of a new path,
Through those endless walls,
that I broke down,

You could have thought of bringing a foamy rug,
Not to hurt my feet,
A rug full of feather of sincerity,

Let’s take a walk…