The Way Home
There is a galaxy in me and
the name of it is you
Sewn and stitched by gravity to your rib
My home
my security, my fence
surrounded
And I, a vagabond
My heart, to home
like moth to flame
Gypsy feet left to roam
Can ever I unlove, unroot my
heart from your's?
Either way, cursed
cursed to love
cursed to roam
You, my homeland, my nationality,
my birthplace and my heritage, the longitude and latitude, the
place of my intersection, my native tongue, my anthem, my capital,
my proud flag
