Home is where the heart is,
but a tortured heart that dreams of home
holds for ransom the love inside
and all thoughts of happiness subside.

The heart asks for what I cannot give,
and in all its pulsing patience,
which one of us will outlive
this awkward cadence?

Home is where the heart is,
so as I board the plane
on a return flight 'home'
I left my heart and home behind.

how come the only light i see
tends to be the blink of blue?
as i wander farther into the dark
and farther in search of you
it is only a stone wall i meet

voices speak of a foreign hope:
the light at the end of the tunnel
i cannot see

the shadow whispers in my ear
to keep going and join them
at the end of the tunnel

'i cannot' i reply, conflicted,
my hand fixed on the cold stone

one by one i see souls go by
all but one, free to reach
the light in the mind's eye

if you stop and ask
why i refuse to leave
i would try to explain,  
but it is hard to believe
in something you cannot see;
and you do not see
the wall in front of me

Take a step back and pull at the curtain of your life
Draw on all the factors that shape your person
People who surround you, source of entertainment,
what you agree and disagree with

Now take it all away
Because it is no more
What becomes of you?

Who are you really?
What story do you have to tell...
If these factors no longer existed?
What is your person down to the core?

Take the blanket of comfort away and strip down to your naked self
Your friends aren’t there to influence you anymore,
Your books and shows cease to exist, and never existed in the first place
Your thoughts are not controlled by the authorities rules or the politicians lies
All is lost behind you as you look in the mirror and see your true self

What do you see?

i look up at the sky and i think of you
knowing that we stare at the same moon

just a over a hundred miles away
yet i here i must stay

when i spoke with you times were great
i miss the conversation we had as of late

but you are not here anymore
you had a place in my heart, right at the core
the talks we had took place at night
but the feeling wasn’t quite right

we were friends yes
that much is true i guess
and to me you decided to confess

our words meant "love"
more than the stars above
and i suppose it’s true
i love you too

i wonder what has become of you
to ask how are you doing and are you well
but all i can do is look at the moon
and remember the times we shared

though i’ve never seen you face to face
in my heart you still held that place
a promise we made to one day meet
even if i had to get there by feet

but i’ve lost you now
i don’t know how
it was one bad year
i’ve shed more than a tear

i think of you and wonder who you’ve become
i am alive but so mentally undone  

i smile sadly as i look at the moon
because it will always remind me of you

The world is constantly changing
In so many ways

I think about the future
And what it will bring
Consumed by computers?
No, that’s a far off thing

Is it my fate to see the end?
Or die before the world does,
I ask a friend,
You know, just because.

There is no answer
This world can give
Ugh, what a disaster
It is to live…