Zippo

sometimes I feel like I'm in the middle of the ocean

waiting for something to happen, then a wave comes along

and sweeps away, to a place called lost, where 

I am not found nor am I conscious of where I've been

I'm just there, I'm just here, I'm nowhere, out of there

and I don't care, though I no longer remember from

where I've came, I don't feel a thing, I'm in peace

no pain, it's hard to explain, the whole thing, without

knowing the half of it all, I'm just drifting and listening

to the echo of the world but, there are no people around me

it seems that I have been praying so long

Heaven has finally found me but, I'm not yet home

the sea is so cold, I'm so alone, where I no longer

think of a place called home that was mostly bitter

in my taste buds, like dirt pies that taste like mud

I'm on the other side, somewhere in the evergreen

like a paradox in a dream or something dreamy

then the scene turns gloomy and out of focus

I look up and see that my sea has gone and my

ocean has vanished, the smoke has cleared 

and my sight is back, from being gone so long

there was no welcome back,  no welcome mat

I'm rolling up the carpet and going back where I was, back then