Leaving [14]

Tick tock,
Tick tock...
The clock's needles keep moving.
The time has never been stopped.

Looking at the world.
The world keeps changing.
Sometimes,
They change too fast until you do even recognize.

As if the world changed,
So should I.

Everything is moving forward,
But not the sky,
Not the universe.

As it seems to me...

The time has made me follow its steps.
Never been stopped.
Keep moving forward.

Even I tried to stop,
But still,
I am lacking the power to do it.

I know,
It wants me to move.
To move to the place somewhere I belong.

Thus,
I have to leave from where I am.
I know I have to leave.
Leave to somewhere else.

However,
Where should I go?
Where should I stay?

More importantly,

Where should I even belong?