Pack up and leave! (With Audio)

Don’t doubt the echo of your heart
Pack your ego and take it from the start.
If you choose to go now
do make sure you take a bow.
These roads are for your kind
I hope deep down you do not mind,
if you try to walk
make sure your heart don’t talk.
If in case you try to run
do not greet the melancholic nun.
Life is a temporary clock with a tick
The second hand is a feet that can stick
its neck in the line of the dead.
Look to the sun without a head.
When you pack, I’ll wait by the door
for when you leave and the tears pour.
Stories of who you are will shine
in pages we may read line by line.
While you leave, remember your home
only the hair is familiar with the comb.

Ruddapoet