I’m telling you we need to go back if we can go forward. 

The world outside keeps walking ahead, but I’m drifting behind.

And in my mind, I always ask why and what is the meaning behind all this. 

Wondering if remaining numb was the right choice to escape the decisions I made, 

And if perhaps this year could have ended sweeter, if I had a hand to hold.

I tell myself, go back, I can never step into this void. 

They are happy in a void, but I cannot die not knowing what this meant. 

Many of the things I find happy, people don’t understand. 

My happiness is a joke to them, and I have to laugh too.

But I am sick of this laughter, this pretend joy. 

Only hoping that in the near future, I won’t be tied to my many selves. 

And that in going back, I can emerge brand new. 

Removed of all my sins, my scars, my many sorrows. 

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HELLO NEW YORK BY STEVE HENDERSON