Promise of Flight
Emma your ghosts are coming around again
Your family in the forms of investigators
Do they not understand where missing souls go?
I lost a brother, he’s not been in touch for 20 years
I will never know the reason why he left
I do not panic, it’s his freedom to
Go and be who he chooses to be
The truth is, there are no missing persons
We are all connected, and share elements
Of the tragedy and heroism of the human story
While we all flee from something
The workaholics are avoiding something
The obsessed mothers may feel guilty
But each human being is their own microcosm
Emma, your ghosts are not truly yours
They are the bridges you burnt
Along the path to nowhere
For we all arrive at the place of who we are inside
In the privacy of our souls, perhaps
Even we do not know the answers
That made us do the things we did
In the quest for independence, salvation
And purity, we fled into a simplicity
Of another way of being, it can be hard
For others to understand.
Wuji Seshat 