home is a person I can’t find

My work is always larger than my body

Weaker too, in every sense

I‘ll never make a buck

I remain the size of what I see

And never of how tall I stand

For gazing down the depths of man

It‘s suicide or smoke

I do what I don‘t want

And I dream what I can‘t have

With my life contented least

In pursuit of better halfs

A happiness I never had

Alone at home I roost in tears

I never shed or learned to dry

Achievements met but never claimed

Where home is not a place, but a person I can‘t find

I roam nomadically the corners of my mind

Inside these walls

I brag about these things

That I‘ve destroyed myself to know

I‘ll never grow 

Until I crawl

From out this hole

I’m never home