This is what I know.
Where I’ve grown, where I’ve sown.
This is what I hold to me; here is where I hold to me
This is what I want. This is what I need,
But my desires clash with what I see:
A future that isn’t mine; something being shoved into my arms
Something, no matter how loud I cry, I cannot just discard.
I know because I’ve been trying for some time by now
But closer by the hour
Here comes the flood, to wash away my home
The foundation where my goals began; the place to which I ode
No matter. It’s gone. It always has been
Physical may it not be; Yet I still hear the din
Approaching with a quickness, it’ll be here soon
At my feet, consuming me; I succumb to this monsoon
I pray it devours me quick so that I may rise strong
But as well I pray it washes feelings away of the home for which I long