In the midst of nowhere, he wondered to find his true self
On his way, he made deals with devils. He made love to angels. He carried on.
They thought he was lost but truth is: he never wanted to go home.
The jungles, the forest, the darkness, the ocean, the unknown. That’s the fun part of his life.
He once was pitied and awoken by a snake, he then woke and had it for breakfast
He despised cages, norms and rules.
He was free, at least he seemed so.
In the midst of nowhere, he stumbled and fell
Down on his knees, he refused to say a prayer
His heart dubious, his mind oblivious
His eyes stayed on the watch
His soul grew sour, he held on to his bottle
He feared being sober, so he made sure he always had some beer money
His convictions altered, he can’t conceive how he was once an altar boy
He knows few things but he believes that hope is all it takes
But now he is not sure what to hope for: Peace, Money, People, Love, Family…..
He is truly lost but still he doesn’t want to go back home.
Whatever it is you call 'HOME'.