Home
The place you’re from?
Or the place you come?
When it’s time for rest
When you can be your best
The place you’re born
The nest
Home can be more than just a place
Could fill up all of outer space
Some say: home is when I’m with you
Others say there are two
Others say different
Say home is a state of mind
A place where we always find
Ourselves
Our friends
Our family
Some say home is Heaven
Of these, there are at least seven
All of which a place of delight
All of which beauty beyond sight
No fright
All bright
No fear
Just Love
So beautifully clear
I have a home I was born in
One chosen by Him
Or was it me?
In time we will see
I left that home
Went off
Decided I would become a man
It did not go as I had planned
Although I had a new home
Plenty of friends, plenty of fans
I kept asking myself
Who is this man?
Surely not a complete picture
Only a slice
Most people hardly looked twice
Although I felt a lacking
This home I knew would always have my backing
Decided I needed to check back in
Look myself in the mirror
Ask who I am
Not ready for how long it would take to understand
Went all the way down
All the way back up
Glimpsed the Master Plan
Remembered how much I liked to jam
Then took some time
Devised my own plan
Looked West
Planned my golden quest
Not in search of riches, homes, or bitches
Only searching
Listening
Wanted to hear the call clearly
Wanted to grow my love for all
Expand myself
Get focused on health
Settled in quietly
Got an apartment, had a job
Dressed like all the rest
No desire to claim I’m the best
Not trying to pass a test
A year went by
Remebered my wings I used to fly
Looked up at the beautiful blue sky
Feeling that Rocky Mountain High
The question I was asking
To answer it I was doing the tasking
Hardly left that place for several years
Left for two weeks once
Came home and shed tears
I was home
The one not given
The one of my own creation
But, just beginning, nowhere near completion
I had comforts, achievements, and friends
But a quite voice said it may be coming to an end
I spent two weeks in the place of my birth
My first home
Everyone was proud of how I had grown
I guess it had shown
When I got back out west
It was a time of distress
In my mind more than a second guess
A love welcomed me home
and asked: “Are you home?”
In her arms I said:
I’m here