We spend years trying to find home,
But pray tell, what is your home?
Is it a simple abode?
Or is it the place your mind feels slowed?
We search and search in vain,
Every place seems to lead to material gain.
The family house was stifling,
And soon your solitary dorm was frightening.
You hunt and you roam
But pray tell, what is your home?
Is it the silent place you grieve?
Or the dreams you were forced to leave?
So what are you celebrating this homecoming?
What leaves your heartstrings thrumming?
Home cooked food on the dinner table?
Or a retro restaurant with a stable?
Maybe words aren’t so monochrome,
For just a building cannot make you at home.
We’ve jumped cities,
We’re sick of the world’s mediocrities
So what are you celebrating this homecoming?
What sorrows are you numbing?
Maybe it is time you find you home
Before this lost poison brings your mouth to foam.
Why do you seem so lost?
Your home isn’t at that big a cost.
For you see it every day.
At every reflective surface it crosses your way.
This isn’t a revelation,
It is a part of your soul demanding liberation.
For you location will never be the same,
It is just the way your mind wins it’s game.
You can travel all around the world,
Stare at the hazy city lights till your eyes seem blurred.
But at the end of your hunt,
You’ll have a hundred places ,all blunt.
You don’t need to cross the seven seas
Your home is right here, if you please.
It stares right back at you through the mirror,
Trapped under this foggy haze, it seems to get clearer.
So what are you celebrating this homecoming?
What tunes of self-love are you humming?
It is finally time to end this storm,
When, pray tell, are you coming home?