You walk over tile,
you tumble through life,
you falter to smile
through all family pictures.

Because, home is now lost
and your mind is a mess,
no plan of the future
and no stable address.

Still, open your arms
to all that you see,
until you discover
the sweet unity

of hearing the rains
fall onto the sheet,
and boarding the trains
to take you away.

Away from this state
of eternal disrepair,
to make a clean slate
and to find you're still there.