Snatched.

Upon the greatest warrior’s tombstone;
Intertwined deep inside, ancestral flesh and bone;
A trail of teardrops left by my circling drone;
Searching, searching…
Still looking for “HOME”.

Underneath the secret but long-known truths;
Lays the innocence lost in the days of my youth;
Unaware of the bullshit ahead to wade through;
Aimless, always aimless…
With no direction to point myself to.

A wise man once offered me his steady hand;
With his knowledge: an intimate lay of the land;
But his power frightened me – and away I ran;
Clueless, fucking clueless…
I should have snatched up that wise man.

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