Mashed Potatoes
I walk in a world where I'm an alien
Every step moves me, I think
Darkness is in every direction
No night sky of stars and hopes
I sing in room where every note is flat
Every third is minor
Dominants embrace me
No root of staff to key
I have been taken far, wandering ever
Every place has left a mark but none show
Diaspora is a calling
No home to return to me
In one I have been changed
Emotions like a swing, but life on the fulcrum calm
Devotion roller coasters but always starts again
No self but what I find from Him