Finding it hard to identify my place,
Trying to create connection in my solace,
Reflecting my thoughts in an empty space,
Looking for a little home to chase.
Living in the mountain but always wanting the sea,
Longing feelings should be held at seige,
Reading a book but it's just out of speech,
Home is a dream I could never teach.
More money but lesser time,
Got no home, no stairs to climb,
My solitary agenda is becoming a crime,
I'll be a millionaire if tears can turn to dime.
Training the restless mind to cope,
Trying to capture the last image of hope,
Holding on to the tension on the rope,
Home is a letter in an unopened envelope.
Ranking the emotions that escalate,
Displaying all the longings on a shattered plate,
Eyeing for a front lawn and a golden gate,
Home is a where I want to run straight.
