If home is where the heart is,
Then, my home is unobtainable.
Day after day, I watch my home leave.
Then return.
Never to know.

Today, I have not seen the sun.
Tonight, I will not see the moon.
Tomorrow, I will not see clouds,
Nor the stars.
I will be nothing but a collection of memories,
Good, bad, none at all?
Digging deeper, always deeper.
I burrow further into the soft cool soil,
Becoming one with the earth.
Over time, like this corporeal body,
The memories of me will slowly dissipate.
Granting me the freedom to rejoin the Universe.
Finally, I am home.
Today, I have not seen the sun.
Tonight, I will not see the moon.
Tomorrow, I will not see clouds,
Nor the stars.
For I am the Universe.