Someday, when I would be busy,
Out of your reach
Out of your sight
That’s when I would be set free
In your thoughts
In your heart
And then you would know what “missing” someone is.
I would hate for someone who is close to me
To tread this path.
But it’s a freedom you craved for
And I would let you have it.
|Its when you liberate, the universe embraces you to abundance|