Home

What is home really?
A place where we live?
We live, live with our friends and our family and outlive.
A house that we exitedly run to like a familiar face, is that home really?
Is the concept of home really just the house we live in?
Where we share and give?
Could it be anywhere?
Anywhere that we feel cozy and forgive?
Anywhere we feel safe, and if we try to find new home,
Could we ever?
A place so unique,
Where you live freely.
There is really no place like home.
No place where we can just roam,
No place that we are spacious.
So, is it just a comfort zone?
A dome?
Or is it just a feeling that is fugacious?