Headfilness, is like deep vast sector of the ocean but does not allow you to repeat the same emotion

In the attempt, you miss the boat

Yet you press on hoping for another show

That how I felt when I went back home

Hoping to feel the city’s fold

To feel my heart fill with excitement

Acting as if my first assignment

To see the skyline drift through the wind

And feel the good bumps on my skin

But now my heart cold and dry

Like a tundra with no cloud in the sky

The sky full of stars seemed dead and cold

A place once so magical now hurt to behold