No return

We left because we thought

Leaving was best when staying

Would mean dying in despair

And waiting looked like endless

With no one coming today or 

Tomorrow though it was said

It would happen when it was right

We could not wait to find out for we

Didn't know who was coming, whether

To free us or tell us to wait some more

For the true one who follows the other;

Leaving was best for in moving, the mind

Lost its imaginary mooring and the feet

Learnt the virtue of moving, not waiting

Indefinitely for time to move and change;

In movement there was freedom for there

Was no destination and no threat of return.