The Departure - Skepticism

How come are you here?

Two decades since nightfall

The night was to be forever

The dark was said to last

The wine of departure

A potion bitter at first

Shall one leave a mark

Or be a mark oneself?

To depart is to return

To leave is to stay it is said

To decide is to hesitate

Next decade will wait for me

A new night will fall like a backward dawn

A new dark will rise like an inverted sun

Yet one will not depart

How come am I here?

Ten years after midnight

The night was said to be forever

The dark was said to last

The wine of departure

A potion sweet with time

Shall one leave a mark

Or be a mark oneself?

To depart is to return

To leave is to stay it is said

To decide is to hesitate

Next decade will wait for me

I will be here then

And everything will be true