Leave

Am I still here? Left love

Lost in the intermission

Am I just paranoid or is this my intuition?

I'm troubled by these visions, struck by lightning, a superstition

I'm nowhere to be found at night, I've gone on a sacred mission

The stroke of luck, though ever-changing

The mask stays in shape when

I change my ways to a different destiny

What's there left to love?

You love to leave

I opened briefcases with bombs in and secret wishes

I left the screen on read, I skipped all the dirty dishes

A broken puzzle piece could never fit the description

I'm being chased by time as I wonder what is missing

Another day at the maze where

I daydream of holidays

The chasing of the pavement ends in a daze

What's there left to love?

You love to leave