K Sera Hollow Ground Of London
Two months abroad from France to Spain
counting the stops to Madrid
in London I found no hollow ground
to lay and rest my restless bones
someone explain what am to do with all these trips around
the sun?
if life’s not a game, love’s not a war
what am I hear to do?
Make no mistake I am on the mend
stitching the seams where they tear
from hospital beds I sent my best
“stay exactly who you are”
We collide like God and the stars
we set fire to the sun
with no end in sight
with no goal in mind
we will never be
we will never be alone
