Nostos Algos

To serve my memory, destroy my home

Return to where I came from

To find

I'm lost

To find you

Clinging

Ideas &

Years,

Spent guesses and bottles of time,

Upside down

In stormy weather, in distress with fever

Against a plot so thick

A Russian could've written it

100 years ago, and for a hundred years

God Bless the best years

God Bless the sad songs

I'm off the street & running

Home, sick, and waiting

To serve my memory

To serve you a song