Lush green leaves of spring
My warm face brushing it swifly,

Nature's loving ways,
Awoken this tired being.

My optimism is drowning,
Ma's illness slowly gaining.

One day I'll wake up,
I hear this plea, come home
On the phone my siblings say,
Ma just passed away.

Left without plea,
My fears are crippling me

Muddy, my mind is muddy,
Unclear this confused state,
Clear coat this thinking,
End this aimless wandering.

What am I doing?
Introspection serving me,
It is yesterday or today?
I told myself repeatedly,
I just needed to get away.

These lyrics haunting my memories,
Boxes of the past had opened,
My senses unleashed for second chances.