Many new songs
But no inspiration
in it
People grow up
I don't get that a lot
only on
pretty occasions
when you are dumb
you're more open to
life lessons
(if you really want lessons)
And it's easy to fall in love.
Yet the world is running out of
true music
Where we truly belong
Running out of words to write
must we let ourselves fight
with the tears
or not?
No,
We have to go back to scratch
to where we truly belong
Home
where we truly belong.
Home, home.
Mary Jesusa Villegas
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/go-back-to-scratch/
