Nothing As It Seems

Don't feel like home He's a little out And all these words elope It's nothing like your poem Putting in. Inputting in Don't feel like methadone A scratching voice all alone it's nothing like your baritone It's nothing as it seems The little that he needs. It's home The little that he sees Is nothing he concedes It's home One uninvited chromosome A blanket like the ozone It's nothing as it seems All that he needs. It's home The little that he frees is nothing he believes Saving up a sunny day Something maybe two tone Anything of his own A chip off the corner stone Who's kidding Rainy day A one way ticket headstone Occupations overthrown A whisper through a megaphone It's nothing as it seems The little that he needs. It's home The little that he sees is nothing he concedes. It's home And all that he frees A little bittersweet. It's home It's nothing as it seems The little that you see it's home