When people from my past ask about me
Others will often respond saying they don’t know
They don’t know how I’m doing or if I work
Have I moved or even found a Home yet
I never tell them anything because I’m not ready
I feel this is a journey that I alone must make
Friends and family always try to intrude on this
Even strangers find their way to this topic with me
And I all I can do is play dumb and say I don’t know
Truth is I’ve been looking for a place since I was young
There was a couple of times I was so close to finding it
One way or another the demons running inside of me won
Causing me to get lost within myself trying to escape
Leaving behind me a place that was okay for me
For in my mind is the picture of the Home I wish to see
People have offered to help me in my search for it
Some might have a good guess as to what I look for
But in the end their offers just never fully satisfied me
Deep down they just want to see me happy and alright
All they can do is read the letters I write on my journey
Once in a while I’ll write since I never call or talk to them about it
Telling them tales of my search or at least what I want them to know
I’ve traveled through towns both new and old on my way
Seeing places that look freshly enticing or reminding that I didn’t stay
On my own always wondering if this is the place I can finally stop at
I’ve been on this search for Home longer than others normally have
Running into other Homeless folks and they always look regretful
As if the nomad life would last forever and forever be delightful
I’ll admit a part of me thought this too and if I’m simply destined for it
But then one day I stumbled onto something that felt different
In my mind I had this photo of what I hoped Home would be
I don’t even know how much time has passed but I find myself here
In a place that I can’t even tell if I’ve been here or not before
So much has changed while I was away and lost from everyone
My mind matured while my body weathered from this search
But I find myself drawn in to this warmth and I feel strange
A feeling of happiness that finally I was able to find that Home
I’m done looking but will it be what I expected or too late when I see Her. . .
Novatourist 