No thoughts to call my own,
I have no place that feels like home,
Some days I feel like I'm a clone
of someone great who is long gone,
And if the struggle turns to gold
and if at last I hold my own,
These chains that bind I will shake
and watch the skies and surface break.
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 11:46 AM UTC
No thoughts to call my own,
I have no place that feels like home,
Some days I feel like I'm a clone
of someone great who is long gone,
And if the struggle turns to gold
and if at last I hold my own,
These chains that bind I will shake
and watch the skies and surface break.
