Midnight Escapes to an Old Life

Midnight Escapes to an Old Life

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What am I looking for?

When there’s nothing but orange haze to guide me to, or from, home,

When the old me feels afraid to stay or to go 

When I’m caught in a limbo with no where to turn 

And my heart is a flurry of worries and words 

What am I looking for? 

Freedom feels obvious but it escapes me in practice 

Freedom has faces and hides behind masks and 

It escapes me, lures me out into the open and chases me, 

But when I turn around it’s gone 

So what am I looking for? 

Caught in a stairway between two worlds

Finding fragments of home in the stories not told 

Feeling afraid of the past and afraid to get old 

Trying to find out what I should do, who I should be, and take hold 

The late night prison breaks don’t cut it 

I can run far away and find stones to house me 

And leaves to clothe me 

And trees to hold me 

But there’s no where like your arms to ground me 

And hands to shape me 

And heart to race me 

Back towards you 

For your embrace is in the home and in the desert, too

And your breath is the wind beneath my feet as I’m running, 

Always towards you

In every direction 

Where can I go that you won’t catch me? 

What roads can I take you haven’t paved? 

All the paths I took were carved in your hands before I was born 

My soul, formed before you before I ever spoke a word

Before you were Abba and just an idea 

I already had an inheritance that led me to you, 

Freedom 

And when I fell, it caught me