Where is home for you?
Is it a place, a person or maybe a feeling?
Lost in a trace.
A shadow mind, so misunderstood.
Sometimes,
Existence is a chain It’s links are life and death It’s materials depend on the welder
Written in the Loneliness of the Andean Mountains.
Water is living spirit,fire too.You can tellby the whites in the eye.And on a journeyto the east I’m about to take,I wish…