Exile
I am in exile in my own home,
My real home is moving, it's a wandering home
I give birth to contradictions, give up on indecision
And worry, worry...
Nay…
I am in exile in my own home,
If i join what's moving, i may not notice how it
Stirs in me, grows in me…
Nay...
Kicks me from the inside, waiting to come out,
Screams to wake up and pushes it's hands out,
It is crawling on it's belly, and onto the floor,
To be stepped on by its mother
It's an ugly think, with mirrors for eyes
With yearning for hands, all broken and wise
It screams i want to love you, it screams i want to be inside you
Inside you.
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