Home

It is not a place that they own,
But their heart seem to fall upon the surrounding,
And so they call it home,
No matter how far they go,
To breathe a new air and fresher,
The mind still lingers,
The place where they call it home,
Like a tattoo it is,
Printed in their heart and mind,
This is their place,
Their place alone,
For them to come back home.

I envy them for having a home,
Forever going back to the place they love the most,
This mutual feeling that i had,
Like an empty shell,
Without a soul nor heart,
I wonders as far as i can go,
Not knowing when to come back home,
For i haven't found it yet,
Lost i am,
Like them,
A homeless person i am,
Wondering so much that my leg swollen,
Bruises, bloody and shattered heart,
Just like a stray cat,
I look at those who smile ever happily,
Talking about the home they love most,
This envy within me,
I can only keep on walking.