wheres my feeling
that ran away
ran across the land
packed the suitcase
and than sitting lodging
at the club side bar
sat the one eyed creature
named Nomar
and he spoke with a smirk
and he cracked a beer
while he smoked his weed
and digested the meal
" Its hard to make
my mind come on home
and forsaking possibilities
of being alone
silence is a virtue
a blessing formed"