Where you roam
Has never been the same place
Where your feet are comfortable,
Your hands warm .
The description of the word 'home',
Is one unknown,
Without explore.
The way your legs propel
Extensions of you
If you take the time to just look,
Notice how you spill out,
Take up your space.
And the people all smile,
They say they do so you might stay awhile,
And think to yourself,
About the truth,
Battleships live under our hair, questions.
Leading you astray is a body,
And the masses
Of psyched out
Trance like
Stick people.
And we all get the mood, and you get it
It is true we feel complete.
As we all move to the same beat.
No comments:
Post a Comment