palace in exile

my heart is a palace in exile
bricks crumbling at my feet
as i stand on new ground
different and yet the same
i wander about
docile and tame
i choke when i think of years lost
to the past
i see clearly and focus
but how long will that last
if i don't find a purpose
a meaning a way
if i stay stagnant
and brilliant
how long will it stay
this feeling of knowing
of magic of play
and i remember the dance
as i challenge the trance
for theres no reason to stay here
lots of reasons to move on
a gypsy i am
never wanting to stand still
i sit here staring restlessly
out at the sea
wondering where will i go
wondering where will i be...