Home is where the heart is.
Towering mansions,
Rising heights,
Longer cars,
In colours bright.
Apartments fill,
Like a bee hive.
I don’t know my neighbour,
Yet I don’t know my tribe.
The evening games,
Were replaced by apps,
Games changed.
Like the clowns cap.
The circus is still on,
Just it mostly plays on a small screen.
Layers of deceive
For a perfect outside,
While the inner craves,
To connect to inside,
Like a game of hide and seek,
Where who and what are you do not decide “you“
And the skin and colour doesn’t makes you the den too.
May be it’s time,
Subtle and sublime,
I am ready to be in my zone,
Tell the world, tell the world,
I am coming home,
I am coming Home. .