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.