My Home

I feel blessed to have a comfortable home

Where I have my bed, my music, my family.

I know there always will be the same smell

That I long to smell for the whole day:

I know the same laziness will be hanging

That I long to feel when the days are hectic:

I know the unchanging sleepiness will be drooping

That I long to be kept in when I have to be intense.

My home is always there, at the end of the day

To hug me in, hug me tight, and hug me still

No matter what.

The street I know,

The address I write without a single pause,

The building I know with my most uncared senses-

That is where I belong,

That is where I long to belong.

I could give anything to you

I could be anything for you.

The question lies only upon the wonder

If you could be, all that my home is to me,

If you could be, all that my home shall ever be for me.