When I go home

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When I go home I will not care,

About a country, or a tribe.

When I go back home I will not care

About the party I had called my side.

 

I will not give a damn about religion.

I will not care about fear of death.

Or any of the silly material purchases-

Their emptiness will be all that’s left.

 

I will not care about those thick opinions,

That were so fleeting and often so wrong.

And all the petty, silly reasons,

That make people fight and argue all day long.

 

I will leave my shell in the ground, rotting,

And take only all the peace and love that I want.

When I go home I will be nothing,

But some energy form, a great white dot.

 

When I go home I will not care,

I will know my thoughts were not really me.

I will throw away this brain and body,

And I will be free.

 

And I will not care, for God the Holy,

Or some conceptualized ideal I made.

For I will be at the source of creation,

At the place where I was made.