If you gave me one time.
One time to finally be free.
One time to finally speak.
I would tell you that it was my heart who gave me a sign.
But we both know that’s a lie.
Everyone goes home.
I go home too, right?
But why does my own home not feel like, like i belong.
It’s al i wanted since day one.
Maybe if you gave me that one time.
I would find my way home, to a place where i actually belong.
To a little boy or a little girl who looked just fine.
Who looks in to my eyes and sees what i wanted to see just one time.
Home.
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 6:38 PM UTC
Realistically, I do not have a home.
Realistically, all I have are dreams.
But in my dreams, there is more to see.
A purpose.
A life worth living.
Cause you see realistically, I am not alive, just living.
Realistically, i am not worthy for anything except for ignorance.
Trapped in a body, mind lost, soul bound.
Tell me god, where do I find my way out.
In dreams I tell you my child.
Because in dreams, that is where you can find.
The god you search, not here, not alive, in your dreams.
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 4:52 PM UTC