My house of bricks and mud

My house of bricks and mud
This is a place my body calls home
Once inside
I can untangle
Untwist my resolve
Renew my mind
For the next clueless cause

What is the point ?
I swear , the first time I did this right
The will to take charge
putting things in order
is alive .
But when I fall of the cliff
The clueless causes , are higher to climb

Disarrays ,bitter taste
In total submission I’ve embrace
Even the right to love
Passes by without it’s grace

This house is not my home.
So why do I stay
In this house filled with mud
Their isn’t one brick made of stone
One more point in a clueless cause

So I will move from this house
Into a house a clueless cause will not find
My mud is my soul
My  bricks is my mind
The style of house is my body
Unique ? One of a kind

I still live at this address
The same place I have laid my head
When it’s time
The same place , I have laughed
With some friends of mines

I  will simply just live here at certain times
But my home
The place were I can untangle
Untwist my mind , has no address
It’s on a street called
Peace , within my own body and mind