Magnetic Storm
Continually lost
Looking for that familiar place in my genetic memory
That far removed space of ancient lives and times
Of my night wanderings
I am man
Become as homing pigeon
Caught in the middle of a magnetic ION storm
Having lost direction to the place I belong
I wander the forever
Looking for that warm sweet breast
and the coo coo sound
Of the eternal Mother.
Looking for that familiar place in my genetic memory
That far removed space of ancient lives and times
Of my night wanderings
I am man
Become as homing pigeon
Caught in the middle of a magnetic ION storm
Having lost direction to the place I belong
I wander the forever
Looking for that warm sweet breast
and the coo coo sound
Of the eternal Mother.
♠ ♠ ♠
Can a 70 year old man be EMO?