The way back home
is a long bumpy road
The road is rocky
without a vehicle
I have to walk
Along the road
I drown myself
into my music
that I love so much
to forget the pain and fear
Growling, my stomach angers
Cursing me for not filling it up
The tall side walk grass
flows with the wind
which is the opposite way home
My hair goes wild
making me look like
a mad witch whom has
lost her broom while my feet
keeps yelling out in pain
Though there is wind
yet I still sweat
under the hot blazing sun
I grumbled with my stomach
Wishing to be home soon
But soon is when?
And when is soon?
When can I be safe
from all these bizarre things
causing my head throbbing now and then?
