Moles are quite parasitic
They grow somewhere in your body
But eventually they will fade away
And you will never notice that they were there
They will never let you know that they will never be back for good.
And then another mole will appear
And you will tell yourself that it is the same mole that left your body;
the same mole that you knew;
The same mole that is familiar to you.
It always made you think
It always made you obssess about it
Because you always thought it was travelling your body
And it only made you ponder about for it to be recognized
But it was not
It was not the same
Although they look identical
They were not the same.
It just left you hanging
It didn't left any clues
Or anything that will satisfy your curiousity
Like a busy ant it disappears
Without making any sound
Without your notice.
In the end I came to realize
That moles were never a traveller
It wasn't born to travel
Truth is it existed to leave you behind
It will be gone and you can never find it anywhere
Not in your body
Not in anyone's body
Slowly it will lose its color until you will never remember that it was there
That it was part of your memories
That it was part of you
It will be forgotten
And remains a mystery like it never happen.
Moles are quite parasitic
They move from place to place
They were always there
You may never know it but they from time to time
But they were never really gone
They are attached to you
Like a blood sucking liche
They were there
And you were not aware
You just don't know
For ever they will clung to your soul.