Home.
Chrome Bome,
A place to comb my soul,
a place to rest to the fullest
And finally, get things off my chest
Oh my, oh my, the many things that I detest.
A place of solace away from the otherworldly hornet’s nest,
free from all those pests - the tyranny of the west, lest I think of ending this test!
However, here in my dome, a place I call home, I rest with no regrets. Messed, depressed,
palimpsest, disinterest, high priestess, reforest, schmalziest, squiggliest, finickiest, gladsomest
The thoughts they flow
Filling something inside me
Something hollow,
shallow perhaps a shadow?
Minnow? A Narrow pillow?
I row through the seas of my thoughts
The captain of the only ship that I own
The only thing in full control
Such a fool I am
A tool I am
Or am I?
Deep below the facade, I feel it in me
It screams, cries and dies
Perhaps a vice of advice or a loosening of the skies
It speaks to me of truth that I’d dare to lie, describe or confide
With great gleam, it glows
No decrees, no deep green,
no supreme (keep clean!), no pharaohs, no hallows
Veni, Vidi, vinculum veri
A place to finally be free
A chance to truly be me
