I Want to Go Home

I want to go home but I don't know where that is
Is it what I am missing? Is it where I'm missed?
Home is where the heart is but I just don't know
I've been so many places. I don't know where to go.

So many people and so many places
so many names and so many faces
I try to find comfort in the warmth of their breath
but it's rare to be found in such shallowy depths.

Another hotel room in another place.
My corner of the world in time and space.
Theres so much more to me than this.
I want to go home but I don't know where that is.

So is this the 'price' of success?
To achieve so much but be left with less?
I guess you really can't buy happiness.
Because I want to go home but I don't know where that is.

How Does it Feel?

How does it feel to feel the way you do
When there’s no one there around you who sees the way things are
How will you know the one who’s come to help you
When you turn the other shoulder and keep yourself apart

When will you know?
When are you going to learn?
When the time is right.
When that day has come.

Well the warning signs are all around
But the one that you’re looking for just can’t be found
You can ask anybody but you’ll never hear a sound
Free advice is worth the price and cheaper by the pound.

Why does it matter?
What other people say…
When the only words of wisdom
Are those you give away.

How does it feel to feel the way you do
When you go around in circles and never go too far
How will you know who’s the one to help you
When I lay my words upon you and show you who you are?

Circles

I am far away from what is familiar to me
Yet things here are familiar too; here with
all that can be seen, but little is truly known.

For all that ever was has often been put away
Into separate boxes here and yon
In dusty attics and cellars across the miles.

Photos of family, journals and personal effects
Cherished on the mantels of their days
Memories of things that fate has put away.

I am today’s apprentice, yesterday’s hope, and tomorrow’s memory
Nothing more and nothing less
Than the summers with my grandparents.

And many years will continue to find me
In the separate boxes here and yon
In dusty attics and cellars across the miles.

Seven Years of Innocence

Seven years of innocence
My childhood had been kept
Until you had to awaken me
From the place I slept

A monster from the closet
You finally reached my bed
And though there were others near
You chose me instead

The moths and locusts of your presence
Of which there was no warning
Set the darkness of the days to follow
And left me mourning for that morning.

Still I feel so lucky
That you didn’t take me away
Like you did all of the others
That you invited out to play

That old house is gone now
Burned down to the coals
Unlike the bad memories
That you burned into my soul

Others swore to secrecy
Of the chain they couldn’t break
But your unwise choice of choosing me
Was your worst mistake

Thirty years have gone by
Since I spoke of you
You made them all say uncle
And so I said it too.

I can’t give you my forgiveness
Only guilt and great regret
For all the damage that you have done
That I’m still not over yet.

A note to all my cousins:
I’m sorry for the news.
But I had to save us all
And I did what I had to do.