I'm homeless.
So I've been home less.
So I've been home less.
A home is less than ideal when it's loveless.
And I've been loving less, sulking more.
And sometimes sleeping on the floor.
Because I'm homeless.
And lately I feel hopeless.
The road is long and winding, but the journey is flawless.
So my cup should really be more full than less.
And my life is really more than flaws and regrets.
Maybe the home I seek, hides behind the fog of misjudgment.
And if home is where the heart is,
Then maybe I need to address my heartlessness,
And build a home based on happiness.
*originally written 10/27/22
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