No Home

I have no home with a welcome mat
I have no place to hang my hat

I have no room with a bed
I have no space to rest my head

I have no home to call my own
I am simply adrift; a rolling stone

I have a mom, I have a dad
Yet there is no space inside their clans

Two years ago I had a home
With four strong walls and solid bones

Three years ago I felt alone
Even when I had a home

I am not lost but I am not found
I exist between those solid grounds

With plastic boxes in storage spaces
All the time I meet new faces

Duffel bags, backpacks and suitcases
I travel far and wide to distant places

And I feel just fine.