Perhaps,
it is the tranquility
of the world;
and the havoc in my mind
that caused
the longing in my heart
to eagerly follow
and chase home,
in the darkest of alleyways,
silence of the night
that paves my unrest soul
to the place
I desperately yearned for.
Perhaps,
it is the love of my life
to wander back home
in times of chaos;
to sought shelter and
refuge in the walls of
the building,
I---we, called Home.
-Perhaps, it is---Perhaps, it is not
