roaming homing

Written by: tamer hossam

trimmed all my long hair
the hair i always dreamed about and wasn't there
somethings are never measured by the means of the brain
shoulders at ease while you're becoming insanely sane
everything in discipline like a track less train
round and round till you get to dizzy for direction
have to visit some imaginary ground for site inspection
the calling the invitation the temptation
take what i can before the mushroom ban
lunar migraine clouds for a carpet missing the chance of rain
she's behind the mountain knitting a velvet cloud
she likes her thunder loud
a mountain is either an obstacle or a spectacle
nature's intentions were never detectable
beyond the sanitarium in my cranium
she said if you're leaving seal them horizons behind you
had a love once five lunar minutes of ambience
there's a bird stalking me from infront of me
oh the pain is pure for sure too pure for the cure
close your eyes they're nothing but limitations
for it's an arcane surge
two oceans of emotions
a pack for the back
and a map to get lost and never back
climbing cliffs
in the back of my head I'm playing riffs
and iiiiii will roam like it's home 

Tamer Hossam