Sympathy
I am homeless.
I search for a place that I once felt save and innocent.
I can not say whether there was such a place or not.
There must have been.
Have I chosen to forget it?
I am so tired and I have no place to rest.
You could say that it is depression.
There is enough reason to justify it.
That I need some kind of medicine.
Something to numb my thoughts.
Something to trick my senses and delude my intuition.
Maybe so much of what I see is truly horrible.
There is no way man can exist in disharmony.
And there is no doubt that I am a God fearing man.
The universe shows you there is only one way.
We are witnessing the age of consequence.
I hope you will find sympathy.
I hope I find a home.
