"Bound For the City"

"Bound for the City"

Growing up in this small village

Felt like a ghost watching his body being interned unceremoniously

I was detached from everything else that had a taste of joy.

Like a stranger, I kept on wandering far away

From the land, from the people, from their dwarfed dreams and shallow fears. 

My soul was like a raptured explorer,

distant lands held peace and hope for me

Far away from the gloom and unanswered questions

That plagued my restless mind,

Spurring up this journey that is set on my feet.

Still, I will take the love of the loved ones along

And the remaining pieces of my cherished rags,

Such precious remains shouldn't be tossed away so easily.

Because its presence breathes the past that I have sworn to part with.

The city they say is a wild,

To survive you must roar and fight off

Other predators like your poor soul,

But at the retreating steps of the day,

You are sure to return home

with a reward as much as your sweat.

Yet my soul is bound for this world,

Far away from the tiny spot under the table of crumbs,

To a world where dreams grow wings like the eagle,

And dare heights unheard of in the sky.