My entire life
I am searching for a place to call home
and what I have found
is the sense that I have been there before
and blindly I march forward
captive on the wheel of time
captivated by the changing reflections
following the direction of my pointed intuition.
I would die for a place to call home.
The type of stability
that I will only
find when I die.
I keep looking towards other people and place
and things to satisfy the balance and justify stability
but I am alone enough for myself
and balance belong to me alone
but I keep looking none the less.
Alone in the cold windy night.
I can love myself and that will shine,
but to sit in the heat
and find comfort in the warm glow, the home.