I haven’t come home in a century or more,
According to my soul calendar
But I’ve gained some perspective with time.

Truth is an old hat that fits your head
When the many detours of life have been taken
And you were left by yourself on the road
Facing the thorns of the lack of belief.

I wished I was there, at the funeral of reason
With a bouquet of lilies in my hand
And a meaningful goodbye on my lips
Gaining some perspectives on higher love,
Tongue out, tasting the cold air of mourn
Setting my eyes on the line of the horizon,
Ready to comprehend the world again.

But I always knew the core was dark,
Even though the span of day full of light,
I always knew, it wouldn’t be that simple
To grab the truth with a slippery heart.