Where  the Heart is ?

Waiting for my inspiration,
Pacing and gracing on the sow of my impatience,

When will the orchards germinate fruit ?

I am forced to homogenize,
My life pre- recorded,

That same sentient show,

Characters that interlude in life's tapestry,

Like unwelcomed brushstrokes on this masterpiece,

My canvass is crafted
By the artful intentions of skilled self - deceptionist,

The holistic hooligan,

Ousted from his habitat,

Only to move home again ,

Sorrowfully  I search for acceptance,

Like I derided archer,

Wondering if your notes would complete this symphony?

Or am I forever resigned to bygone syntax,

Eternally, bowing  to convention,

Like a disturbed devotee,

Trying to find divinity,

In a cosmos awash with secularism,

Social conditioning,

For without you there is no well for my wishing ,

I know you exist in between  logic and twisted circumstance,

Please reveal your self in timely order  ,

The phantom of my inner sanctum ,

I need you, I want you ,

Guide me through this abyss

My leading light ,

Navigating through this rehearsed repititive existence,