Exile

Sometimes it seems this world and all it holds 
Is some foreign, antiquated system 
The numbers don’t add up while the logic 
Seems to be out of rhythm 
The reasons for, reasons against 
Seem so contrived and childish 
And for a world that will make sense 
I long for, I often wish 

I am not home here 
I am an exile 
I do not belong here Just for a little while 

I fail to understand, I fail to comprehend 
Why people rush after the trivial 
Things are not made to last anymore 
They are no longer meaningful 
They fall apart as soon as 
They make it off the line 
If you want your heart to break 
Just don’t break mine 

My heart is in a place that seems like 
It is many miles from here 
A perfect place, a paradise beyond words 
Where everything will be made clear 
But that is still tomorrow's dream 
And until I may go home 
I walk this world of confusion 
But never walk alone 

Take my hand, and let me tell you 
Of a perfect world beyond the blue 
Take my hand, and let me show 
You the place where I long to go 
Take my hand, let me walk beside Let’s make it to the other side 

Originally published March 21, 2009