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