Is it wrong to be lost?
To be broken and scared?
To have lived to love
And loved to dare?
What is right if wrong is here?
Im afraid im scared
But i know im lost
And love has created
Yet another plot
In which every thought false
I want to go home
Not to a house
Not to some place thats purely physical
Not some place at all
But rather a state of mind
A state of mind that isnt self destructive
A state of mind that plays on the same side
A state of mind that doesnt create false negatives
A state of mind that knows who it is
Home is a place i haven't found
Home is a place i wish to be
But home is a place I'm afraid to search for
Rambling words lead to dispair
Im caught within a dream
My head is a lie but an honest one
A disastrous fiend
Of the worst kind it seems
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A Constant Poets Thoughts
PoetryI am constantly thinking poetically and finding meaning in the menial. I figured letting others read how I think might give insight to the world behind our own. Enjoy.
