Where is home ?
where is the smile ?
ushering the warmth
Where is the heart ?
where is the beat
the glorious seat
above the world standing
tall and immaculate
Where is the broom ?
destination insanity land
or under the rug ?
Where is the gloom ?
when in need to face it
once for all
trance or another stall
just copiously messy
silently roaring
where is the ilk
of my flickering mind
Trying to wrap my sound
my mound and wound
I no longer want to hear my own whispers
