Home

He hadn’t wanted to go home

Home was some place he wanted to forget

He had pushed back all the emotions

Rising up inside of him

He wasn’t connected or so he thought

Until now, standing here

Looking at the spot where he had spent

So many hours, Sitting and dreaming

what awaited him in the future

He knew now that he was Connected

He had to admit he counted stars from the terrace

He had to admit he did some Dreaming

Dreams that changed his life

And made him who he was Today.
And he saw an unfamiliar face that asked him who he was
Was he to say "this is where i grew up, this is where i dream t!"
He didn't know; the home was long gone; sold.

He was standing there, fighting the pain

That welled up inside of him.