Being home

I know the answer to the first question - nowhere

When will I - never.

Got to make do and do what I can

Be better, feel better, look better.

Looks matter more now.

All I have is that look in the mirror

- it smiled in the states,

A state of mind?

A state of madness and love and connection

But the connection's lost,

Even my Internet won't click.

Exchange is fleeting

Signal is weak.

Buses pass me by -

No one will take me where I need to go....

Who will?