It's Time To Go

It's Time To Go

A Poem by Aekmy

"When you're a tourist in the city you were born, then it's time to go."

There were so many ways I wanted to express myself today. And now it's tomorrow and I'm already behind. They say, "Be yourself!", but I don't know her. The implications of that statement are so profound and Truthful. Is it The Truth? All I know is that it's my Truth and I am a ball of ideas and emotions inside this foreign body. I don't know or own this body, but I feel like my body owns me. I'm supposed to view my body as a temple, but tell me, how do Jesters feel in their courts? What in my short life has affected me so greatly that I feel like a tourist in my own city? Do I reminisce the past because it was truly better, or am I simply human in creating the Golden Days? Why is it that we look behind us with the purest vision, and find it cloudy when we turn around? 

What magic is it that dwellings posses to turn themselves into icons over time? Whether these icons are tragic or joyful, they're symbols none the less. How dare I preach that life is precious and romanticize everyone else's demise, but condemn my own rising?

© 2017 Aekmy

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I like the topic of this piece. I think the whole walking memory lane and having the emotions be both good and bad is standard protocol for being human. I think we both yearn to go to those times that we felt most happy or most comfortable in, at the same time I think we need to feel the pain of seeing those moments fade into distant memory. That pain teaches us to look forward and trying to build something new that might give us a new happiness. At least that's what I believe.

Great ink. thanks for sharing!

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Posted 8 Years Ago

Very nice!
It is not set up like a poem, but I like it.

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8 Years Ago

Thank you so much for reading!

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Added on May 11, 2016
Last Updated on June 15, 2017



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