My house, my role
My friends, my man
My devotion to God
All amorphous, indefinit
Nothing’s been clear
Nothing’s been in
Nothing’s felt true
And I’ve never had both feet in
Nothing’s belonged
Nothing’s been ‘yes’
Nowhere’s been home
And I’m ready to be limbo no more
My taste, my peers
My identity
My affiliation
All amorphous, indefinit
Nothing’s been clear
Nothing’s been in
Nothing’s felt true
And I’ve never had both feet in
Nothing’s belonged
Nothing’s been ‘yes’
Nowhere’s been home
And I’m ready to be limbo no more
I sit with filled frames
And my books and my dogs at my feet
My friends by my side
My past in a heap
Thrown out most of my things
Only kept what I need to carve
Something consistent
And notably me
Tattoo on my skin
My teacher’s in heart
My house is a home
Something at last I can feel a part of
A sense of myself
My purpose is clear
My roots in the ground
Something at last I can feel a part of
Something aligned
To finally commit
Somewhere I belong
‘Cause I’m ready to be limbo no more
My wisdom applied
A firm foundation
A vow to myself
‘Cause I’m ready to be limbo no more
