A poem in a home.

Bad things happen but that doesn’t stop the lighting from zapping at home sometimes you’re in the kitchen or when your ditching school to be at home. Or when you’re writing a poem about a home to do that you must be in the zone and that zone you have is from your very own home in your you have family without gravity and that’s fantasy. And friends well there will never be an end. And our dogs they think there are gods. And love seems like a dove flew in the house. And laughter well that’s another chapter. Also arguing well time must be passing.