I'm home, and I'm not.
The road is narrow and every time
I stumble I'm not home.
The breeze strikes my face
reminding me of the white border lines
The trees dance enticing me
with hope to stay on that road.
The birds sing to keep me
from the drudgery of walking, from dying.
The sun nourishes me and then
punishes me.
The moon lightens my path
and enlightens my heart.
It's a long road, a lonely one
as the fake applauders,
the ones who clap only when things are going well,
Soon drift away.

Yet, the more I walk on that road
my road
the closer I feel at home.