Why do I feel so lost at times
Within the confines of my home
It's not as if something is broke
Or moved by some capricious ghost
...
Do words lose meaning when they're read
Not on paper or bounded thread
But held by currents high and low
Charging behind the screen I hold
...
As red as flame her hair is set and flows
Like auburn leaves falling with ease in Fall
And eyes like ocean whirlpools caught in stone
She sits with grace upon her four wheel throne
...
A considerate applause you hear
From distant gathering of passers by
Nothing unites them all but spectacle
Of balls thrown high above and juggled on
...
I wonder at the lives out there
The houses that I pass, the cars
The ones sitting in front of me
And others that I cannot see
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Lost At Home
Why do I feel so lost at times
Within the confines of my home
It's not as if something is broke
Or moved by some capricious ghost
It's like advise that you take hold
And changes how you see the world
All things are same as they had been
But now somehow with newly sheen
So too are objects in my room
Just like before but with a gloom
Advise like this I did not take
Or hope I didn't for my own sake
But guests did come inside my home
And looked around and huffed at some
Their thoughts I took as if my own
It's after all within my home
A sage Ile burn to scare away
These outside thoughts that will not sway
And make some tea to welcome back
My thoughts with warmly scented track