Why do you sleep? <br /> <br />I’m tired. <br /> <br />You must be old? <br /> <br />As old as the hills. <br /> <br />The hills? <br /> <br />The hills of home. <br /> <br />And where is home? <br /> <br />My home is in my heart <br />And when my heart is broken, <br />I wander homeless <br />Through the passages of night, <br />Screaming to keep myself awake.<br /><br />Roy William Gotaas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/refugee-7/
