Home is a tired concept
Somewhere safe
Happy, inviting
But it alludes me
I am in the in between
Where there is a no place
Yet an every place
And you say it is here
But it can’t be
It doesn’t work like that

Life will throw a stone at you
If you duck, it will miss
But if you aren’t ready
It will throw you off
And you won’t figure out where to go
When you get back up

I would like to call this my home
But those words taste unnatural
I would like to call that my home
But those words don’t fit

What is a home anyway
And can there be more than one?
Can there be not a one?
Home is a tired concept
And I’m tired of thinking, trying
I’m not ready for the stone that won’t miss
Lead me to where I need to go
But even you don’t know
That home is a tired concept
And we are both sleeping.