From where I am <br />I now begin <br />So over my head <br />so over my self <br /> <br />How can the future be my home? <br />When I’m not here now? <br />I need to make a detour <br />and return to my home <br /> <br />What I feel now <br />is my heart pounding, <br />am still breathing. <br /> <br />But if I just have now <br />will I go overboard? <br />Will I indulge and loose it all? <br />There has to be a place <br />that makes them whole <br />All in one and one in all <br /> <br />Where is that place that I call home? <br />Where is it? <br />Where is it? <br />Is it here? <br />Is it there? <br />Is it now? <br />Or was it then? <br />Will I get to it? <br />And give my mind some rest <br /> <br />Me Me Me <br />Don’t block the way <br />I need to find my home today <br />I see it now from far away. <br /> <br />But the future has not come yet <br />the past has gone to rest <br />what is left is all present <br />Where the heart finds what it needs <br />Not looking beyond what it does <br />In its rhythm it says <br /> <br />The present boundless <br />The past hopeless <br />The future does not exist <br />But all come together <br />In one place <br />A place that makes them whole <br />This Is It <br />The Present <br />This Is Home.<br /><br />aida melesse<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-way-home-6/
