This poem is called Home

Home is where the heart lies
and sometimes dies
and gets lifted up
or walked upon.
Home is where the feet soak
after long roads
walking.
Home is what the mind is
always trying to get away
from, and the feet can
never point to, and the
nose is always sniffing for.
Home is when the dame breaks
and you're asleep and don't
notice a thing until its
too late and you might
as well go back to sleep.
Home is where the song begins
softly and doesn't end
until you get back to where
it started.
Home's that wall you keep staring at,
the rose that wont bloom,
that place you're always going to,
that dream you keep waking from.
Home's when the sun won't set
because you're sitting there
watching like a child waiting
for the ice cream truck.
Home has no beginning. Home is just around the corner.
Home's that itch on your ass.
Home's that tune you keep humming.
Home is in the Redwoods, like
giants watching every
move you make.
Home's on the coast, on the docks.
In a cafe - a day cafe -
a night cafe - any day,
any cafe.
Home is the shooting star that
everybody else saw and for
the rest of the night you're
wondering what you missed.
Home's that cage you're trapped in,
that bridge you're burning,
that stone you're kicking,
as you keep on walking,
trying to stop the talking
that's telling you to turn
around because you're going
in the wrong direction.
Home is that thought that keeps
coming to you every time you
see the dome of the stars.
Home is that hole in your stomach
that keeps getting bigger.
Home is the sun on the other side of
the world and all you can
see is its reflection on the
moon.
Home, it's those glasses you're looking
out of, that key hole you're
peeping into, that mirror
that's staring at you.
Home is the parking lot you're sitting in.
Home is where you drink when you're
too tired to go anywhere else.
Home is where you go to be alone.
Home is where everybody is always
plaguing you.
Home is the vineyard where the grapes of
wrath are grown.
Home, it's the hill the sun never sets behind, the lamp that keeps burning,
the fountain that's still flowing, the heart that keeps right on beating.