Aurora.

i solemnly stand still and alone.

on the corner of the street.

where a sign to the north, meets a sign to the east.

left is the south, where my broken self lies, and over in the west are aurora lit skies.
when the over-exposed traffic lights stop spinning round my head.

the scales are unbalanced, the broken south, which ive fled.

uneven mute libra, fragmented and lost.

finding true self, at what cutting cost.
aurora avenue, where the skies they all fall.

the alacritous clouds, lead to new city brawl.

my dissipated eyes, search for myself.

amongst distant blank faces, recognition unfelt.
how long it will take, for now i dont know.

until fresh syncopated beats, tread their feet in the snow.

perhaps soon ill find, an elysian life.

where my own fields shine golden, free from old strife.
until then i shall stay, on this pre-chosen path.

hiding my light, for as long as i last.

but still, do not fret, nor chide my harsh words.

one day, i hope soon, i'll fly free like the birds.