Home - Poetry Dice Challenge 3000 Week 24

Trying to find somewhere I can call home;
A place to rest when I'm too tired to roam.

Closing my eyes and stretching out my hand;
I spin and go forth to some distant land.

So many places feel like mysteries,
surrounded by lines, hidden beyond seas.

Following my path like day into night,
while keeping my karmic counterweight light.

Finally I end up back at the start;
Stuck between a tower and a rampart.

Home was never some place that I could see,
because it exists somewhere inside me.