Heirarchy of disorder
tumbling down the landscape
of thoughts and visions
of words yet unspoken
of risks always taken
In the society of bees
drumming, humming
through the haze
unscathed, unhurried
finding the way through the maze
frittering away in search of gold,
sweet honey, to take back home
selling away something inside of us
at every turn
at every chance
at every glance
we are far far far away from home
i wish only to go back now
to go back even without the gold
without the sweet honey pot, i told
that i would bring..
I wish to come back home
before i lose all that is within
