Lost Echoes

Longing, Imagination, and Home

Yearning to find home,

I move into imagination.

Lost in far-off paradise,

Leaving old hugs by the tombstone,

Walking into hallucination,

Asking where you were,

Lying down by your side.

Finding home?

Yes, but probably not.

No, and that's definitely okay.

Aspiring to leave home,

I move into imagination.

Fixed on the wallpaper,

Crying between the walls,

Lingering around traces,

Asking when you returned,

Lying down by your side.

Leaving home?

Yes, like a ghost.

No, but like a dreamer.