The word is out now

And my body is shaking.

I'm cold and tired;

I've been running too long.


They know what they say

And I can't walk away,

How much I'm bound by the ways

They've never seen.


I've got something to be known,

But I myself don't even know

Exactly what it is

That claws at my chest.


I want out

but I can't go home.

This very place

Has confided in me.


I find that in my deepest dreams,

And when I can't even sleep,

I think of where I'm bound,

And I call it home.

And I curse,

And I swear,

But all I  want 

Is to go home.


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