Wasted

I must be wasted on the waiting
I was wondering about a home
A fable painted, is it my creation
I guess I was chasing what I do not know

l've been seeking some assurance
And coming back to old ceremonies
I see my old friends and they seem to find it
But I'm still seeking my own home

I spent my summers on incantations
I put my tongue in to tell and taste
But I went back there
Where I was younger
Where they re just waiting
On the waste
I do not want freedom to be bound up
l just want to believe
This void will close
But still it's yawning,
To gap like canyons
But still I'm seeking
Somewhere to go

I must be waisted
On the waiting
l been wondering
If I will see
The fable painted
Through my confusion
Where everything is soothing
And everything is free
I had a first time,
I had forgiveness
I had an answer
But I had to go
Is there one path maybe
but I need a clear sign
Light me a beacon
So I can know