I walk these streets, a product of your apathy,
My hometown never did quite feel like home.
Perhaps its time to stick pins in the effigy,
In honor of that place I used to roam.
Its times like these I feel like I have lost myself.
Its been a long long way down the wrong road.
I don’t know who I am or who I could be,
I need a soft place to land to take off the load.
The lightning meets the sky, and it calls to me;
Its cathedral is the canyons and the birds.
Thunder cracks above me in a symphony,
Singing songs that I have never heard.
I cant change the way that they look at me;
I wont be what they want to see.
A stranger in my own skin, I used to be
but then I just got lost in the entropy.
Perhaps its time to run to where the skies end.
Where fires light the world in purple glow.
Maybe I can stay here for a little while,
And find new meaning for the word: home.
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Love this! 😃