The Room

It was never perfect,
That one small room that i sleep in,
I would call it my bedroom,
For the time being i would like to think so,
But life taught me the other way,
When i realize the place was never for me.

The sizes was just perfect,
With the curtains up and floor furnished,
My books were being put in one place,
The only thing that amiss,
The bed was never there,
I realize this room was never for me,
For i belong somewhere else,
Cause that is where my heart leads me too.

Standing in the doorway,
Watching the empty room,
No matter how inviting it is,
There comes the time when i know i'll be leaving,
So i watch it for the last time,
While i heads out to another journey,
Hoping that one day my heart will lead me here.