MAY | why are things always so complicated?

When I go

I know that things

Are going to be complicated

There's so many ties

Unspoken words

Unfinished business

And I begin to get myself

Into a loop

I'm stuck

The only way that I can face you all

Is if I confront each

And every

One of you

But all of you have a place

You all belong

But what are you

To me

When I am gone again?

- flights