When the heart fills up with rage,
And anger swells up in
veins,
The wise ones know,
They must pull in the
reins.
Blood is the thread that
binds to sanity,
It is what sustains
peace.
The reason for life to
thrive,
The crux of all that is.
Distances kill a part of
us inside,
Unfailingly, a bit every
day.
The shackles must be
broken,
If it's not home, you just can't stay.
Home is, after all, not
just a place,
It is the source of and the
fuel for life.
No God, no creator ever
mattered,
Blood is what we always live by.
But you will never be home,
With your misgivings inside.
Just let go of that shit-
And there, you have arrived.
