Tired, and an aching body,
I wish to go back home.
Far from this world of hate,
Into my own dome.
"Take me with you!"
I divulge my intentions to you.
Towards home, I wish to go
Where the floor is green, and my ceilings' blue.
The air is warm there,
You can see yourself in a glass.
My home is a world of my own,
Where I am tied to no leash.
'Twas an odd plea,
My journey had halted long ago.
I was pulled into this dreamless world—
Towards my home, I wish to go.
Oct 25, 2025
Oct 25, 2025 at 8:36 AM UTC
Tired, and an aching body,
I wish to go back home.
Far from this world of hate,
Into my own dome.
"Take me with you!"
I divulge my intentions to you.
Towards home, I wish to go
Where the floor is green, and my ceilings' blue.
The air is warm there,
You can see yourself in a glass.
My home is a world of my own,
Where I am tied to no leash.
'Twas an odd plea,
My journey had halted long ago.
I was pulled into this dreamless world—
Towards my home, I wish to go.
Where could home be,
Where can I even go?