Like I can’t sift through all the wild green leaves
and the noises around me make me feel crowded and alone
I am lost and I can’t find my way out of this place
and even if I could, I wouldn’t know where I was going
so how would I know when I wasn’t lost anymore?
What familiar place could I begin to call home?
What is familiar anyway?
How does love feel when it means something?
Is there a place called somewhere
more than an upchuck of color
and voices calling you
by a name you can’t remember is yours or not?
Do we ever wake up from this
not-quite-nightmare but far-from-dream?
What’s on the other side of life?
Is that home? Because that’s where you went
and you’re the most familiar place
and the only thing I think of
that starts in my heart and ends with an “ome”.
Is it just me saying “Ohm”?
Is it just me writing?
Is it just me?