Where is your mother? Did you rock yourself to sleep? Where is your father? Did he talk you through hell could you lean on his strength? Where’s the sun with his rays? From the garden to forest he raises us up. Where’s the moon? Was she there? I am manic inside of her light. I’m having dreams where I’m jumping from cliffs hoping I land in a water that drowns me in love. I’m having dreams where I’m walking through houses and halls, looking through rooms to find some place to call my home. Where is your caution? Did you throw it to the wind? Where is your fire? Don’t you let it burn out while you wait through the night.