this place is not my home.
but I don't know where home is

this is the closest I have ever come

(in two years I will be twenty)
(in three I will be twenty one)
my Spirit shall not abide in man forever,
for he is flesh

will I ever find a place of my own
(it all comes back to the old dream
of the landowner,
the homestead,
the acres and harvest)

sometimes I feel like
I'm searching for a way
to quit this earth
and carve out a place
in the belly of the universe
and call it my own
(will I be safe/happy/loved then)

my alma mater is not my mother
and neither is the holy ******

every non home has a shadow
(my mother has a power over me)