I want to forget my home,
I want to forget the roads I’ve walked,
I want to forget the streets that lead to my address,
I want to forget the places that remind me of my origin,
I want to forget the words which still sting my heart,
I want to forget the choices I made,
I want to forget that I can turn back,
I want to forget that I can see left, I can see right,
I want to forget what I have learned,
I want to forget What I wrote,
I want to forget the words I have spoken,
I want to forget the letters I read,
I want to forget the promises I made,
I want to forget the expectations I built,
I want to forget the castles I built in dreams,
I want to forget the jokes I laughed at,
I want to forget sorry’s I said,
I want to forget the pain I felt,
I want to forget the tears I shed,
I want to forget the blames I took,
I want to forget the moments of joy I shared,
I want to forget the taste of the dishes I ate,
I want to forget the fragrance I smelled,
I want to forget the comforts I have,
I want to forget my home,
I want to forget the roads I’ve walked,
I want to forget the streets that lead to my address,
I want to keep going like a traveler from place to place,
holding on to nothing like a breeze from tree to tree.