Feeling Lost

By Blacksburg

Take me home, country roads, somber roads

Take me home, to the place I may or may not belong

I don’t know this place, I don’t recognize

these people.

In a full room I look for you, you bring our minds

to safer places. I can stand in more than one

place, but I can’t stand how I feel knowing

you don’t know me.

They say home is wherever you are,

but when no sights are familiar, all smells foreign,

where is the heart? What is home? How long

have I been here?

Down in the deep, Deep South is full of dangers,

nature turned biblical—swarming insects, lashing storms,

heat like hell on Earth, and they say Northerners are rude,

but we Southerners talk too much.