Until I Get Home

I’ll wander around aimlessly

Forge myself shamelessly

Seemingly unaware of all the cost.

I’ll live within this charade of pain

My resentment will not wane

I’m the only one that pays for that.

I’ll sit right here and write a bit

Using some of my creative wit

Hoping someone gets something from it all.

I’ll dream of being in Rome

Hell, who knows? That could be home

I’ve never found the place that I belong.

I’ll try to garden in this field of weeds

Attempt to swim within the reeds

Hoping nobody tries to figure the whole thing out.

I’d like a comfortable place to call home

Where everything, even my heart could roam

And wait for the day I can finally lay my head.


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