Upon the greatest warrior’s tombstone;
Intertwined deep inside, ancestral flesh and bone;
A trail of teardrops left by my circling drone;
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.