Home?

Close your eyes and think,

Picture a town, small and happy.
Children play in the sun all day.
Neighbors talking joyfully to each other,
During another famouse BBQ.
No crime here,
Nothing to hide.
But a bunch of happy people,
Just wanting a good time.
Where the skys our blue,
and the stars always shine.
Where childern laugh,
Where no one crys,
Without someone their side.
Together in a small Town.

Rest your eyes,
Forget the world you just saw.
Fast forward some years,
Now open and tell me what you see.

Imagine that dark musty neighborhood.
See the people wearing be heavy coats,
Hiding their face under hoods.
Watch the faded bricks tower over your head.
See the children locked inside,
Stuck under mountains of homework and chores.
Look at the spray paint covering the dull bricks,
Trying to bring the life back.
Hear the average call of cars.
Watch the sky go gray,
See how the moon barly glows.
See the treas they hide behind their eyes.
Hear no laugh echo in the streets,
Watch them walk alone,
With no place to go.
The small town is now a neighborhood in a big city.
Small and run down,
After the years work see what it came too.

Blink,
Now look at how fast time pasted.

See how much the neighborhood grown,
It rised up to the big city.
Watch the people rush past,
Never meeting your eye.
Hear their phone buzz on and off,
As the run around in perfect suits.
Look at the towers of glass,
Watch them waste their lives in one of those chairs.
Walking in circles they do.
Forever their same pattern.
Like robots fallowing a program,
Never having time,
Never looking up,
To see the stars are gone,
Replaced by bright city lights.
The skys covered in clouds,
Not bothering to show itself,
As if it too is tired of being ignored.

Stop.
Erase the image.

Then imagine your home,
Imagine your sounds,
See your sights,
Look up at the sky,
What is it that you call home?