Home

Standing all alone
Walking down the streets,
far away from everyone and everything,
all alone.

Not at home,
Away from home,
yet at home.
Wondering where home is.
Wondering what home is.

Nobody knows me,
a perfect stranger.
People have seen me around,
they may have spoken to me,
Yet a perfect stranger.

Living off a suitcase,
always travelling,
the roads are my home.
Airports feel like home.

Nowhere to belong,
Nobody to know me,
Travelling all the time,
feeling home everywhere and nowhere

Not at home,
Away from home,
yet at home.
Wondering where home is.
Wondering what home is.

Alas, home is everywhere and nowhere

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