Manifest Destiny
My stomach is aching for a place I've yet to've been
And when I find it, I'll be home again
I have been lost in a forest, trees made of skin
And fake smiling faces I'm agin
I am going to find myself a home
As for houses: it's all I've known
The lattice work inside my dome
Is screaming for a place to roam
I am going to escape, one day maybe soon
Wade myself into the water until my elbows prune
Find fish underneath the full moon
Break myself free from this rotting cocoon
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