Pisces/Almost Home

The sense of fear on which you feed

When the people can't believe

The things they read

We've been brought up to feel left out

Eclipsed by the shadows of our doubts

The pieces rise and rearrange

And all the smiling faces seem so strange

With tacit symmetry and prose

I feel the doors behind me close

You're here alone inside this crowd

You faced the world and made us proud

But when the bitterness returns

There's nothing left to hide the burns

I've waited

I've written on promises and dreams

A thousand times

Still relegated to these lines

Like water untainted the sad

Quixotic trail I've left behind

Somehow it echoes in my mind

And it almost feels like coming home