Home. Never have I ever had the luxury to call a place such a name.
Through countries and cities.
I search and I search
For nothing to come along
Never will this change
Forever I will be without a home.
The smell of boxes and a new house
I know all too well.
The smell of a moving van and the strange feeling I get with strangers in my room
It is painful to watch as my childhood is packed into boxes
Sometimes never to be seen again
What will I do when I am older?
Will I get a job? Have a white picket fence?
Or will I travel more?
Pick up where I left off
Continue my search
For the feeling I will never have
The feeling of a home
Absent for all eternity
Never will I ever have a place that I call home.