Hoe's Odes: Freshie Juice

I’m trying to describe a place
But I’ve never seen it
I’m trying to paint a place
With paint that doesn’t exist
I’m trying to take a photo
With a camera that doesn’t work

I’m trying to follow a map
It leads me somewhere
no one’s been before
I’m trying to go somewhere
everyone goes but I haven’t been
I’m just trying to go home
But I’m afraid I’ve never been there

I’ve know I’ve seen you before
But I can’t recall when or where
Although I know your face
I know we’ve never met
I’m just trying to go home
But I’m afraid I’ve never been there

I’ve walked through many doors
and entered many rooms
Big or small it never feels like home
I try to wear the words people give me
but it just never fits

Many, many miles between where
I’ve been and where I’m going
I’ve worn holes in my soles
and my soul pacing rooms
I didn’t belong in
I’m trying my best to go home
But I’m afraid I’ve never been there

The closer I get the further I am
I’ve gone in a circle
Trying to retrace my steps
If I think things just right
l can think a way out of the mess
I would love to go home for the first time
But I’ve never been there before

I’m so tired and my body aches
For a place that I can rest
Where the voices and faces that push me to stay
Are nothing but the memories left
The night is coming and I wish I understood
Why someones trying fuck with me
And set fire to my wood

I wish I could go home

But I’m afraid I’ve never been there

Memories of people and places
They aren’t home or loved ones
As much as I wanted them to be
Just as a rope unwinds
I forget their names and faces
I feel like a ghost without a haunt
A bird without the sky
A fish without a bowl
I’m just trying to go home
But I’m afraid I’ve never been there

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