There's no place like...

 

where the heart is

follow the broken pieces strewn about

on the yellow brick highway

 

is Apartheid

outside

 

where the wind blows

there is something stirring here

pick up the pieces and run to\the nearest place

where they do not know your name

 

you’ll be safe

 

here you may start anew

an anonymous anomaly

fresh beats for your heart

for which there is no home

 

we all go to hell

in our dreams

and wake up and wake up

 

like babies outside the placenta

always leaving

living life searching for connections

yet long ago we cut the cord

 

so how are we to know

where home is

if every-time we enter

we are again expelled

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