I am misguided.
Running rampant and blinded
Through the thicket of a crazied man's mind
Like a forest of a deep green being devoided of all it's life, ****** dry. Now grey and dying
I run, and see in the distance.
The end of the forest all grey and twisted
To the place where I once existed
A home.
But further and further my home stretches
Deeper and deeper into the forest now dead and blackened
I run, I acream, I want to go home
Bir the forest, and all its dead branches
Hold me to where I am to stay
This crazed man's mind, I am to pray.
I hope I go home. But this is now where I stay.
Do I have a choice?
Is it mind over matter?
Or matter over mind?
A forest, a crazed man's mind
No other options, or am I clearly just blind?
I want to go home, out of this forest of black
To the place where I belong, to a feeling long lost gone
There is no other option or is that just my mind?
Or the others around me
Holding me tied
These answers, I may  not know
But what I do know is I just want to go home.

The morning sun gazes upon the earthly world
A world called home, a giant's keep
In that keep, A giant curls
This is where he sleeps

When he wakes
The keep rolls with thunder
Of the giant’s mighty song
Boasting the words, “ I am almighty, I am never wrong!”

when the suns dying light passes over the horizon
Gazing at The scintillation in the sky
  The shimmers bawl
You may be giant but, you relatively small

In the morning, the giant wakes
Thinking to himself “I am truly great’
“I am a king,  I rule over all”
the stars would say, but compared to us you are relatively  small

“We are royal of our earthly world, you can’t take that away”
Again the stars would say
“compared to us you are relatively small”