Burning, burning ground beneath me as sunstroke creeps in
Blisters forming, how they sting, but not compared to where I’ve been
Yearning, yearning for the chance to see you again
Yet I was dismayed when I stepped back on this terrain
Spurning, spurning me away before we could even meet
Spiting me despite my efforts and insisting I retreat
Turning, turning back seems pointless when I’m come so far, still
Treason knows no mercy and warrants no explanation nor goodwill
Learning is a never-ending voyage, and this is just another lesson
Living expeditiously because it must be destined
I’m adjourning this chapter now and will have no regrets
For I’ve many homes before and will soon find the next.
