When I left, I didn’t look back
kept on walking, how I went the distance
his love was all a tragic comedy act
yet, I was enamored with his smile in an instant.
A fool I was, trusting his warm embrace
promises of a new life, and brighter days
I shined like the morning sun
with a quickened pace.
It was all so right, I flew so high never thinking my newborn wings would be clipped
but this thing called love is a dizzying thing
it shoots you to the moon like a hot cup of coffee sipped,
like a choir director leading Sunday worship- Sing!
Now I can’t make out anything, everything I thought I knew is now distorted
terminated like a nine-month pregnancy that was almost seen through
It’s too bad we didn’t last; this mission aborted
but I’ll forever be a Wandering Jew.