Promise of Flight

Emma your ghosts are coming around again

Your family in the forms of investigators

Do they not understand where missing souls go?

I lost a brother, he’s not been in touch for 20 years

I will never know the reason why he left

I do not panic, it’s his freedom to

Go and be who he chooses to be

The truth is, there are no missing persons

We are all connected, and share elements

Of the tragedy and heroism of the human story

While we all flee from something

The workaholics are avoiding something

The obsessed mothers may feel guilty

But each human being is their own microcosm

Emma, your ghosts are not truly yours

They are the bridges you burnt

Along the path to nowhere

For we all arrive at the place of who we are inside

In the privacy of our souls, perhaps

Even we do not know the answers

That made us do the things we did

In the quest for independence, salvation

And purity, we fled into a simplicity

Of another way of being, it can be hard

For others to understand.