terça-feira, 25 de novembro de 2008

I'm home.

.
.
Running faces, running beings, glance at me, for what i see.
For what I am, they dont judge me, they know me.
I pass through places where i've been befo
re, but they are
changed.

I cross the road, I walk
regardless of what happens around me.
Only one thing I want to see.


I follow the edge of every city, of every state, and cross every door.
The one I want to find is missing.

I run and run and run all night.

All day.
Everyday.

And then I see.
The one place i want to be.

White fence.
Brown roof.
An open door.

I go in and say
I'm Home.
..


2 comentários:

Fuzz' disse...

Where is "home" ?

Lu* disse...

Fuzz' disse...

Where is "home" ?


home... is where the heart is :)