The Old World

Old World
By Brangien

Bring me somewhere… anywhere…
To a place without lines… and no points…
A geometrical illusion I never had known,
Maybe a place I thought I cannot draw.
Fly me freely… really…
Do me a favor… please let’s go…
In a point of nowhere… somewhere…
A place of no return… I don’t care…
Sing their Hymn… the old world’s song…
But do you know how… please don’t pretend…
And if you do… it do make us fools…
Let us start walking… to find that place…
No need to run… we we’ll surely get there anyways.
No need for worrying… I know we are ahead.
No need to panic… we are almost there.
One glance to the east…
And take another from the west…
Shook our heads to the south…
Don’t blink a sight from north…
Are you excited to see who’s waiting?
Don’t frown if the one’s isn’t there…
I’ll call everyone… but only those who cares…
One more minute to pass…
And every heartbeat you keep can go.
The story we set aside could flow.
No holding back… now let’s go…
We had arrive… to a place we wondered too long…
No need to be sad…
We are now at home…
To a place we know…
To the Old World we belong.