What is there to do when society
has played musical chairs and left your ***
without a place? Stand stunned or feel flighty
and go somewhere else? For you there's no home.

It seems there are always gatekeepers who
smile and take your money, frown to turn you
away. Calm in their porcelain skins. Do
something to conform? Forget what you knew?

You can't because you are no great actor
who changes with the ideology.
You're a truth seeker containing a store
of history, forgotten atrocity.

Walk on a tightrope between human minds?
No substantial future. Guided by tides.