D. E. S Leaving home again

Leaving home again alone somewhere out there it s already familiar to me and no one is behind. Wandering aimlessly everywhere looking for not knowing what the vase is empty by the year you have no threshold there Time turns to ashes time flows to river who, what of us will sow what we will leave off. Flight is a vice in the flesh i want to be the root of the earth the good devour all forms of evil fear die, or be spared. White, a sunbeam, come alive with a straight path our vices in sealing wax securely enclose yourself. Leaving home again, Someone is waiting for you again. you already know everything, Knowing that someone would come