Not my home

 

 

Every acquaintance serves no purpose,

no conversation triggers my intellect

The Future turns into that I wish to forget

So little matters in a world were so much is around

I bend down, grab a hand full of dirt

Running my hands threw it, I am the ground

This earth were so many walk but so few look down

It is not my home, I do not belong here

How can I find belonging in a place were despair is a part of the souls identity

Were love only exist in the ideal