foot steps twisted

 

 

we are the same

we are the lost

we are the breed of witch

that can never find home

desiring one last night ride

one last sleep in the wooded lands

we are the same

house to house

bed to bed

night to night

a different place

where there signs one of us is accepted

but as a whole

daily intrusion....we are turned away

we are the lost

those railroad children

those desperate for home souls

incapable of finding one spot

to plant these roots deep

we are the breed of witch

that sees stars and planes

and moons and suns

the past the present

we see it all through blind eyes

and the desperate need for acceptance

that will not come

we are the same

we are the lost

we are the children of this

undefined, unsure generation

 

Author's Note

Cp. 10:25PM Tue 05/13/08 'That's What She Said' Backstreet Boys ok, thought, not the same flow but same meaning, tired, alone, a bit lonely (Typed, House)

Reviews

[TLK]

I'm not convinced that lonely people are witches.