Me

I look up
I look down
I spin and turn around
There's no one here
There's no one there
There's no one anywhere
It's just me, myself and I

Before, Time alone was time to die
No one would have missed my goodbye
If I was alone, no one cared
Moments with me no one shared
No one bothered to be there

Now its me, just me
And no one I can see
It's strange how I feel free
I enjoy myself and I
I like being me.

The Early RM

I step off the plane and look directly down
Hoping to dodge the disappointed frowns

"What are you doing here?"
"You were supposed to be gone for another year."

"Sorry to hear that but when do you go back?"
It wasn't two years, a full effort you indeed lack.

There looks say, "He probably came home for dishonorable reasons."
"He couldn't even last for a whole four seasons."


I had dreamed of my triumphant return
They think in Hell I'll probably burn.

I went out there to serve God, isn't that enough?
A stain in there white clothes, and unwanted scuff.

I had longed of my friends and my home
Now I'm back, I've never felt so alone.

You came home early, you're weren't a missionary, you're not one of them.
When you serve a whole two years, you can then be honored as a RM.