Going home
But to wait
Hasn't felt
Like home for years
Half asleep
In my head
The lady appears
Inside my head
Her head was bowed
And her eyes
They were closed
I felt saved
Kettle boils
In my dream
But it's old
And rusty
I awake
And I rise
To another
Nothing day
Her head was bowed
And her eyes
They were closed
Was I saved