I light a candle to illuminate thoughts this world holds. Some I cannot understand, others simply trying to land but hover instead. And this song keeps playing in my head.
I can’t find my way home.
I feel there will be no peace, not now, not among this culture of shame and blame. Not when you question others, but refuse to question yourself. Still I light a candle.
I can’t find my way home.
Just beyond the candlelight, I watch days slip into night, amidst a maelstrom of discontent, you never know what is meant. Look over your shoulder. Look further through your past.
I can’t find my way home.
Fistfuls of violence, mouthfuls of reality escape. Thoughts which should not be free, peace should not be a luxury. I strike a match to light up a candle, to shine a light for hope.
I can’t find my way home.
© 2017 j.g. lewis
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