- Books, Literature, and Writing
Am I Homeless?
What is a destiny if all the roads are destroyed
When dreams are dreamed, is the brain fried?
If a soul is enriched by another even in lost cause
Is it to hallucinate a balloon of smiles to burst in chaos
If the tired feet was comforted by healing glides
Were they mere lull before being bitten in rough rides
I wander the quivering lanes that blink some light
But all I can find are the blinks & endless night
Was the sun meant to rise and set to balance being
Or to refract distant colors in mirage searing
All elements stirring music and magic to please
Eventually create a float so high one drops to abyss
If these were all cases to be studied as learnings
Would they provide a recipe of blissful happenings?
I hope so but guess not the truth I have lived
The lies we all express hoping to be relieved
I wish no more for a heaven, but a home nevertheless
If 'home is where heart is' then I am homeless