Home

Where is home but the streets I know

where everything is scattered and I am alone

throughout this matter,

throughout this ordeal.

I've tried to get better

as I grasp without feel

 

when did this happen

and when did I lose

my place in the world

and the soles in my shoes?

I've looked in all the places

I've opened all the doors

and yet everything I've known

shows I've got nothing more

than the clothes on my back

and a heavy swollen heart

I've tried to stay together

as my world falls apart.

As I've said, nothing matters

and 'home' is nothing but walls

that I'm temporarily confined to

until, again, I fall

without a place to land

and without a platform to stand.

 

Streets you are my confidante,

Roads, you are my solace.

Shoes, you are my vehicle

that lead me to no promises.

And I can only ask

for my spine to stay erect

as I drift from these four walls

in search for home again.