146. Wherever Here Is

In a land that is far, far away,

or rather yet, right there,

right where it needs to be,

and where it should always 

stay; to this very day,

there are many things that 

may allow me to believe.

In what, I sometimes wonder.

It could be anything, or anyone, 

or even… no one.—I then ponder

the thoughts of a burning candle

that may one day soon burn out.

And as I wish not to be like this,

the harder I fight, the easier it is.

Which is why I’ve come here,

to wherever here is. Somewhere,

perhaps anywhere, Or just there.

In a land far, far away; a place I made.

And as I dream of this wonderful place,

I can hear it, I know it, it’s calling my name.

I’m far, far away, yet I’m right here.

And at times, my mind is elsewhere.

In a place I’ve yet to give a name.

In some other world that isn’t the same

as where I am from, nor are you.

And as I blow out this burning kiss,

I may then realize it., Wherever here is.