Both eyes burnt,
Third eye on vacation,
No structure to this barbed-wire nation.

The wind blows begging us to move,
But our legs stay planted,
Our lives stay put,
We let the wind pass,
We think we should.

Things make sense we say,
We're happy where we are,
But where's your mind,
When you forget to remember time.
You're always somewhere else.
Never just the home your feet found.
Never just planted,
Never quite one with the ground.

Your feet get tired the longer they wait,
Your mind gets bored as you stare at the gate.
Your body feels safe with a lack of surprise.
You wear a smile,
But you know it's a guise.