Home is where the unknown is
Unable to speak, to rise, to control, to weep
Nothing as it was
A hidden truth, a lie, all because
Fears
Tears
Unable to control the gears
The gears that are change
Their undefinable range
The rise and fall of it all
Slowly breaking down this wall
To find direction
Connection
Protection
Something considered to be perfection
Love, hate, fear, anger
None of these are truly the danger
The danger is the unknown
A place I now choose to roam
The place. I now call. Home.
This makes me think you might find humans, in general, inherently evil... Correct me if I'm wrong
In a way. Everyone is focused on labels and their own opinions. You can't always control and categorize everything. The future can be uncontrollable.