We roam , we roam, we roam
to find a place
that we call home
no foundations no security
just the passion
of the beating of our hearts
but is it enough?
to forge through our greying years
to make us conquer our own terrible fears?
as my blood turns to ink
and the waves of discontent smash against me
like the howling of boreas
l bide my time
as we roam, we roam,we roam
as we lay our heads down
again, we’re alone.
