Come Home

Home

Where is home?

Is home going home?

Is it the feeling you get when you’re going home?

Or is it the feeling after a long day at work?

Are you looking forward to going home?

Is there someone to go home to?

Is that home?

Somewhere for you to both go to?

Or is it a home with those you called your loved ones?

That’s with your family or with friends

Or is home being alone and being satisfied with simply that?

Is home the tranquility of independence or by chance friends who become loved ones who we let into our homes?

And become our family

Whether they come from similar homes or not

Can we only be at home with those who are as dysfunctional as ourselves?

An angry dad, an unhappy mother. Turns into an enraged boyfriend and a sad friend who never seem to find happiness.

Or how about a runaway brother or sister who is never home and makes their home wherever they go and much thought of the consequences and cares less what you think of them or so what they want you to think

Maybe they like the feeling that you’re home

Waiting

For them

Or perhaps they get a thrill everytime they leave knowing full well you will open your doors everytime they want to come home

To you

Their home

Or doormat

If so, change the lock and never look bad

For they are not welcome anymore

For you want to create a happy home

One where you want to come home to

And cherish

And love

Like the family you always deserved

Would come home.