Home Is And Isn’t
My home is a vault
Invisible walls I choose when to let down
Where I can pick who comes without fault
Secure without stress that makes you drown
But, Home isn't always a secure house
It can be of a person or place
Just where you feel without doubts
Rather, always comfortable and safe
Home doesn’t cross your limits
It varies on your own values
Follows your restrictions of who or what's in it
Surrounding you with virtue
Homes never the same for everyone
Maybe for you it's a house full of warm faces
For someone else, a loved one who listens
In the end, home is found in both cases
Home is the place you don’t have to hold back
Don’t cover, hide, or change yourself for anyone
Where you can cry and laugh, truly without lack
The space where your personality doesn’t feel overdone
Home can’t exactly be a perfect dreamland
Not filled with cash and glory
But it’s still that comfort place at hand
That means more than a place full of inventory
Home is where you enjoy the memories you make there
Memories of warm, safe, and savorable times
That when walking by, flash through your eyes to the air
Memories you want to keep so bad, that forgetting is a Crime
Despite the safe atmosphere of my Home
Its somehow like a garden too
So freeing being a retreat to roam
While also needing tending to
Needing to be persevered and cherished
So you won’t lose that special place
In the end
And after all that
Home is an endless thing
Different and full of so much
For who or anything
So after all is thought is written
I can come to one fact
Home is an overwhelming lot
Home is my everything, at that