I lost the way home from the moon and
instead landed among the galaxies of
far away ideas and cultures

I thought I was lost, but it turned out that
home was not where I thought it was.

Instead, it was among the trees and tall grass where the
crystal clear water churns over and over my bare feet in the sandy shores
and
where I can hear the sounds of silence cascading down my back and
where no man had thought this is where we would be free

Home was not where I thought it was,
and that's okay.