Seeing the boundaries
I turn away
They call to me
They cry my name
But not in vain
I'm too afraid to go
I look across
Inviting
Beautiful
Melodies drift lazily to me
I must turn away
To go
To be free
To reach spiritual bliss
I'm told it's false
I stop
I must turn away
I feel proud
I stand tall
Though I still long to go
I regret
But I had to turn away
They smile at me
Empty smiles
For they, too, turned away
Now none of us know
The truth of that land
I turn back
I see nothing
But regret
[1997]
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