Where you call home

 Where You Call Home

-Miss_A.

How does it feel, losing all the sense of direction?

With every step that you take, moving forward

And suddenly realization hits you, you are lost

And your heart pounds, all you want to do

Is to go home

But you don’t know where that place is anymore

You see the little of warmth you have had

Slowly and steadily configure into cold

The cold driven by fear as well as the distancing

Of the little of nest finalizing as a sovereign

I’m delusional and I’m still silenced, by myself

But I hope I can spell the line well

“A place where people still think about you

 Is where you call home ”

But when you are lost you can’t depend on someone

To keep thinking of you, and by some miracle you’re back

But still make it sure you never forget to remember them

At some corner of your heart, ‘cause they’d be searching

Searching for you, their feet gone so cold

Make sure, you treasure the memories

Even when you know it’s all gone-gone

The distancing be either intentional or unthought-of

Induce yourself to smile at the names, wish ‘em good luck

Say in your heart, ‘I’m here’, in the end if you want.

Finally, I can see big buildings that can protect you

From rain and storm, but I can also see

The ring to the fact, the richest say they are still alone

Because the search for home, for the lost

Doesn’t look for buildings and all, it looks for a space

Of warmth, reliability, trust, strength and the will, you long

So no matter where you at now, and where you will be

Never erase your memories, never forget to call

If not aloud, then secretly in your heart, eyes closed

With sincerity, “I am here, somewhere you can come back at,

You might be lost now, but to tell you here’s your home at.”

And you shall say it for the ones, friends or foes

The once you got attached to, because who knows

For whom they’ll be dying for

This place is too big, to be mislead

That certain stranger-now, might be rampaging distress

For that little of place all the happiness

For a bird will die in cage, but yet when encounters

Freedom will look for a place, where it can depend on

All flowers bloom, and all of them wither

They might not answer your call for them

But make sure silently you’ve delivered.

Lay some strings where from they can reach back

Because once you’re lost, your cold would remind you of home.