Where Do I Go

Walking into another dead-end bar
The smell familiar of weed and tar

All that reside I know too well
Souls given up, from the earth have fell

They bare the mark of indulgence
But with me, they talk with heavy divulgence 

I can’t count the innumerable times
My ears find an emotional ladder then climbs

From my brain with all my love
I hold with my shoulder their pain from above

I am not better of this befallen tribe
I just stay in this room or on a side

I can’t ever find a home with any religious collective
But these unglorified lives never took me as deceptive

They sit and wait ready for my hand
As they hold my hourglass of sand

I want a new world with an easier air
Find love and make a pair

But frozen in a place I hold the key
Inert and still I cannot leave