If all the search was at home
There was no need to roam;
Changing the title to scour.
People find nothing indoor
It's just the closed door
Unopened thus bothersome.
Subtraction isn't the only sum
Forgetting addition somewhere
How could a single one bear?
Burden of many more
More attached isn't the most we adore.
Open mind, open heart
Thinking back to the favourite part
Can't be holding onto a single thing for lifetime
Yet there's needed a belonging, a rhyme
Repeating over n over again
Sometimes with loss, sometimes gain.
Home becoming an abode of homeless
Is nothing we often confess
We haven't found the real one
Obscured by the brightening sun
Unable to see beyond
Prematured search in order to abscond
Reaching somewhere but not the destination
Then living with a constant hesitation
Learn to roam with home in your heart
Making this journey a beautiful part
Lead a life free n full
With warmth, play it cool!