Drowned in confusion

I see a man,
he seems confused.
He traded homes again,
ran once more.

What is his home?
He doesn't know.
What are his beliefs?
He doesn't know.
What will he do?
He doesn't know.

Maybe he already found his true belief before,
but he doesn't know.
Maybe he already found his home before,
but he doesn't know.

He doesn't know but he keeps moving,
though perhaps he is lost.


Penned by my hand on the 21st of Valnuary, in the year 645 AF.