going home 2018
I'm spreading my wings but
my feathers are falling
stuck in the past
while my future is calling
ready to run, but
my body is heavy
trapped dehydrated
in a dry empty levee
with the hands of a child
I must hold onto hope
yet I'm still overthinking
with a mind that is grown
and my shades are still drawn
though its soon to be morning,
while in love with the dawn
life in mid-day gets boring
wave goodbye to the carpet
I've torn up at the ends
bid farewell to the walls
that hang notes from my friends
combine all my sketches
and store empty books
wondering what I'll forget
and what I'll learn to cook
the world is opening
itself to my eyes
but it didnt give time
to realise
that this is only a moment,
a dream of the past
nightmare of the present
where soon I'll wish to go back
set off
to a place where the lake
is too far to call home
to where trees replace cacti
and I'll be on my own
where the lightning strikes harder
and the clouds exhale ice
where the song of birds comforts
and the breeze lends advice
and the sun beats down faster
and secrets are stored
Inside caves in the mountains
and a harsh guitar chord