As the wind blows
ripping fast across my back
I think of light, near and far
and a call to come home
It’s nearly eight
not too late
but I feel the urge to write
and call to come home
I’m here, alone
like you normally find me
If you kept a calendar, you’d always know
that I’ve always wanted to go home
As the twinkling dots amass in size
I close my eyes
and forget the time
that I wanted to go home
The fading, in and out
keeps me locked in wonder of their whereabouts
and I forget I wanted to go home
Lost in a forest
of thick brush
and emotional peaks and pits
Troubled thoughts
from suffering from your pyramid scheme
I’m dizzy
please tell me this is a dream
Freezing water
laps behind me
and as the wind grows fiercer
I tighten my jacket around me
I do a lot of weird stuff
but I had to come here
at this day, at this time
to let you know
that I’m coming home
