State of Claims

State is not a nation or a home

If I don't know where I come from

Where do I go

Is it where you go

Or where you're from

I see broken lines

Of broken messages

All jumbled together

So how do I know

That I am going home

To the land of lost souls

Surrounded by corn

And smiling faces

Is it where you go

To find happiness and peace

Or is it where you're from

To find solitude

In a world unknown