Everything I might have the audacity to post here, will be my own work.
I’m not too comfortable in the here and now,
Because I don’t belong in this place,
I’d like to go back if I only knew how
Someone else can have my space.
I’m looking for a future in my past
And I know I’ll find it one day,
The time will come for me at last
When someone will show me the way.
My Indigo aura brings nothing but pain
And very few understand my plight
Words with no meaning like acid rain
Bring darkness even where there’s light.
Reality can never be a friend to me
Only fantasy will balance my mind,
Take me home so that I can be free
I need to be with my very own kind.
Take Me Home.
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Jean-Pierre-Chatelaine