Turn away,

don't look back.

Even though no one believes you,

go on

Tear those pages

break free

measurements and rhymes are nothing

throw it

hurled it into fire

let it come naturally

like day and night

like honey from bees

like a man loves a woman

Turn away,

don't look back

Pity from a cruel world - you don't need it

let it flow

through the corners of your wandering mind

down to your mouth.

You have a gift

that's been shared to many

Your words live by people's thought

to thee, words are treasure

played, made,

passed and created

played for the melody of love

made with a heart of gold

passed to the next generation

and created an impact

coz to thee, words are treasure

Turn away,

don't look back

some people live and die,

with their music still unsung

You catalyzed the world

by your thoughts

Too much has been played and sang

by people still lost

coz they kept themselves in a box

and signed it

with their names

They could be someone, somebody

but they chose to live and die,

with their music still unsung.

Turn away,

don't look back

Loneliness isn't a feeling for you - after all

just a word

You have your world

inside your pocket

and whenever you like to retrace the past,

just open that little world you created -

re-read it

nostalgia feels

upon reading the lines you've written

You've been wandering this land for so long

now,

it's time to go

Turn away,

don't look back

Go run through the fields

to the evers forest

where you can remove your mask

and be a free poet

the voices inside your mind - now

you can see them

portrayed on stage.

Listen,

your mind's asking

"are you ready now?"

painting those words

as you try to close your eyes

to see where the ever's forest is

Now you've turn away

left without tracks

Didn't even look back

to the days gone by

wandered around

seen so much

learned a lot

writing - "poem is what keeps me alive"

write things he thinks and see

verses of life,people have -  had

or somehow,

life that people made

Life -  a never ending verse

known or not

what will your verse be?

"I'm ready to go"

Smiled at the world

the one the poet will leave behind

leaving no tracks

but legacy

of a wanderer called poet

took a sip of the last drop of champagne

and dream of a place

where his words

are fed to the souls

live by those who believes.