Sunday, July 6, 2008

My Hometown

It's not that I'm searching and cannot find it...
It's just there is no place that calls me back...
With fond memories and happy thoughts...
These feelings...I guess...I lack...

My home is where I rest my head,
And rarely ever the same place,
Nothing to go back to, nothing I miss...
And for this, I feel no disgrace.

I'd rather be a free spirit...
Then chained down by lock and key...
You look at me with puzzled eyes...
For behind those bars, you just can't see.

I can't miss something I never had...
And it really is not bringing me down...
I'm doing great, living life my way...
I have no need for a hometown.