No one ever calls me.
I am not sure why I have no good friends
that care enough to call or write a text
but it's ok. I am my karma.
I don't belong here anyway.
There's only one place that I truly belong
and that is home in her arms.
Home on the planet Earth is where ever
her arms rest themselves at night.
Until I make it there or to New York City,
where there are others waiting for me,
my soul will be on a restless journey to nowhere.
The bugs bite at any spare part
of your body
that is in the open.
My karma is all I have-
man, woman, deer or crow,
my love for you has been passed around
from one lifetime
to the next.
Have Heart and we will make it to the goal.
The life we want to live is possible
through all the pain, frustration and hope
there is always a pot of gold at the end
of the self-forgiveness rainbow.