I’ve wandered in search of home

A place I could call my own,

Gazed at the moon,

In foreign lands,

Searched for it in the faces of others,

Looked at the stars

Trying to work out where I needed to be.

Alphabet mish-mashes,

A compass leading me to

Where I should of gone

When I discovered adventure.

I looked up, discovering

The home I had been looking for

Has always been you.

K. Thwaites