What do you do when you can’t get home
Do you find some corner to cry in
The world is an oyster
There are fish in the sea
The fruit is ripe
The bulls horns wait
How many options are there to choose
When all you want is home
Lost in the woods
See through the fog
Or maybe it’s just the light
At the end of the tunnel
When you leave home to never turn back
Where will you rest your head
A soft pillow
A warm body
A grassy hill under stars
Is it now home?