Perhaps home is not where the heart is, but
in fleeting moments of glee,
and the joy of being free
Perhaps it looks like a person, the arms of your mother, or lover,
or no one at all—
Perhaps home lies in the passion the sun blinding the waves in the sea
Perhaps it's faded in tales that were never meant to be—
Perhaps it's time to rewrite what home means to me
May 8, 2022
May 8, 2022 at 1:51 PM UTC
Perhaps home is not where the heart is, but
in fleeting moments of glee,
and the joy of being free
Perhaps it looks like a person, the arms of your mother, or lover,
or no one at all—
Perhaps home lies in the passion the sun blinding the waves in the sea
Perhaps it's faded in tales that were never meant to be—
Perhaps it's time to rewrite what home means to me
