Changing buses in the middle of the road,
Changing planes mid air,
Endless exchanges of car seats;
all to reach home.
My soul now in a state of homelessness
fighting to fly back home.
But where is home?
Is it the land that gives me a bed to sleep?
or the land that gives me a house to stay?
Is it the land that gives me money?
or the land that my mom first called me honey?
The bed keeps changing,
the walls keep painting.
Three different lands
all which I call home.
Oh! how sad is it really
that I have no home really!