Finding a home
Amidst earth turmoil i drift
Breaking free from my old self
Took a toil on me
Blighted by sacred primitiveness
Because my spirit is entwined with mundane
I want to be free like the a soaring eagle
I want to be true to be my true self
Be at peace with nature
Be at peace with the pieces of my being
But i doubt if nature will be romance my stake
I want a place i can call my home
Which place can i call home?
Is it being you or being true to myself?