Where Do I Go, Now?

Where do I go now,

When from abroad, my parents call

Asking me to consider, not to return at all,

For what I’ll see might bring me fright.

Where do I go now,

When all I know as home is rubble,

Is pain, and heartache, sorrow, and trouble...

Where all serenities have now turned to spite.

Where do I go now,

When the streets are filled with ghosts,

And the towns grow numb as soon as the lampposts—

Flicker, with their last, dying breaths, to give light.

When nihilistic visions show,

And soil’s too frail for roots to grow,

Where do I go?

What do I know?

Where do I go now,

When they tell me to stay, but, “it’s worth it to go,

Just give it a shot, you’ll never know!

But don’t go out at night...”

So where do I go, now?

Say, if i spend a couple thou,

Could you get me a cab home?

“To family, or alone?”