I am home and abroad.
Alone wherever I may be, yet free all the same.
I wonder how my memory will come to pass from this world.
And if all the rumors were true in the end.
I hear melodies from far away amongst the stars.
But sometimes I forget to sing them.
I see into the histories written upon my arms.
And if I'm not careful, I may fall once again.
I am home and abroad.
Alone wherever I may be, yet free all the same.

I pretend only in the entertainment of nothingness.
For infinity is where I divide my time.
I feel naked and lost.
Blind to myself, but still in the womb of the world.
I touch the faces of gods and men in a storied darkness.
Trying to find an answer to the questions I have not asked yet.
I worry about the time I tinker with.
Setting it aside to watch it crumble as I leave.
I cry for the words that have fallen out of existance.
Felled or fumbled by an act of disdain.
I am home and abroad.
Alone wherever I may be, yet free all the same.

I understand nothing.
Not even my beliefs.
I say something for the sake of saying it.
And may that be a plea to heed the words I speak.
I dream of waking up.
With a mind wide open.
I try for a brighter tomorrow.
So that I can make my parents proud.
I hope for a humanity that I cannot seem to boast.
Finding myself to be stuck halfway through forever.
I am home and abroad.
Alone wherever I may be, yet free all the same.