Home To Mother

Same old madding melody molding in my mind
Shaking shameful sanity I wish to leave behind
Searching through the darkness of my mind
Am I going blind or is there nothing there to find
Always with this grind, always in a bind
Of some hopeless kind
On and on I climb
Searching for a dime

She is wise and she is me
But how pointless this all seems to be
How long before she sets me free
And from this cloud of clotting chaos
I may finally flee
Mother, tell me, how long will it be
In this fog I can not see
On bended knee for want of thee I beg of you to hear my plea

For what I ask I do not know
To guide me, perhaps, with your vibrant glow
The proper path its light to show
To dwell not forever so very low
To drown again in your rivers flow
To sink beneath the undertow
And feel the bliss of the abyss below
But I know, I know
If invited back home I would say no
No, as of yet I can not go