Destination © 2009
Written by Glen Yumang Manese
There is a distance between the both of us.
The destination is at eye’s view to emerge.
The terminal hub can only offer shelter.
Even at this solemn time distance becomes.
Incompleteness tells a void from the comfort.
Far is time or the atmosphere of culture.
In short the glass window shows a mirage.
Travel can be a complicated closure to escape.
Now, thinking of you makes more sense.
Hits my mind and pains the stomach to sickness.
Vulnerable sets in for a moment with waiting.
There’s no pill can fix my resolve to be with you.