Day 250 – Rich Men in a Wasteland

I’m beginning to hear the call, it’s faint but stirring,
whispering
things we’ve already known for quite some time
there is no home, there is no communion here
we are rich men in a wasteland
longing to find a simple course
but all the well-worn roads we’ve traveled
haven’t felt like freedom yet
and all the homes they proudly showed us
feel like nothing we’d accept
the prices are high and we work so hard
but there must be a place where making sense
doesn’t cost our souls, I hear it calling
I know it’s there if we dare to keep looking