Pisces/Almost Home

The sense of fear on which you feed

When the people can believe

The things they read

Wee been brought up to feel left out

Eclipsed by the shadows of our doubtThe pieces rise and rearrange

And all the smiling faces seem so strange

With tacit symmetry and prose

I feel the doors behind me closeYoue here alone inside this crowd

Youe faced the world and made us proud

But when the bitterness returns

There nothing left to hide the burnsIe waited

Ie written on promises and dreams

A thousand times

Still relegated to these linesLike water untainted the sad.

Quixotic trail Ie left behind

Somehow it echoes in my mind

And it almost feels like coming home